MARY AND MARY

In trembling fear she waited,
Clinging
To his mother, two Marys
Sharing
More than a name.

The elder opened her shawl,
Wrapped the other within,
Pressing
The younger one's anguished face
To her chest.

Or was it the other way 'round?

Salty tears,
Sorrow and loss,
And Lord when will it be safe to
Freely breathe?