Our Lady of Victory

—Richard O’Connell

            in memory of my mother

When we wore broken shoes and prayed

For the poor souls in Purgatory

Without a penny to put in the box

Or basket, shamed, we hid our heads

Inside the murmur of the Mass

With her, our mother of dark hope,

Who knew beyond our sanctity and tears

That life itself was Victory.

Published in the 2010-04-23 issue: 

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