The prayers would follow
Mum tucked in
A bit of the Front Page discussed
Peck on the cheek
And lights out.
There were two essays downstairs
Students would drop by
Tomorrow at four
Little darlings are up
To their eyeballs.
She had foregone three weeks
Of piano lessons
For the little ones
McMaster University just too busy
In the final term.
Kept her occupied though
And left time for Mum.
Six years now since Kathleen
Had taught for the Separate Board
But there were still visits
And Holiday cards
And a couple of the most promising ones
Sometimes attended the Cathedral.
Mum was so confused
So much unlike that stylish clerk
Of the Eaton’s Women’s Department.
Working with a smile and a friendly word
While Kathleen studied
And started out with the classes.
(Her beloved Music and English Lit.)
Yes the prayers would follow
Now grown. Married. Some Divorced.
Her children of sorts.
Her prayer platform.
Once the glorious images
Of a strengthening Saviour
Moved over to one side.
And His precious whisperings concluded.