Poem: “Eighth Station”

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Eighth Station
Good Friday

Mother, who’s that man?
Why is he sighing?
Mother, who’s that lady?
Why is she crying?
Mother, who’s that man?
Why is he bleeding?
Mother, who are these ladies?
Why are they weeping?
Why are you weeping?
Mother?
Mommy?

Matthew B. Rose

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