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Saturday, November 7, 2015

Lines for Sue

you’d listen to Episcopal liturgies on the radio

you loved your Charles Dickens martinis ("olive or twist?")

you read May Sarton and painted seascapes at Chatham

you taught mathematics to the women of Regis College

you would have loved Pope Francis I feel certain

you called me C-33 I called you The Bishop

you would take Mom and me to Henrietta's twice a year

you would talk to your younger cousin on the phone
about everything from Seamus Heaney to Ted Kennedy

you especially loved the poems of Mary Oliver

you loved art and family and peace and the Regis nuns

you sympathized with adventurous theologians

you disdained the narrow mind and the grudging soul

you died of cancer on the twenty-sixth of July

you live in my heart O most unorthodox saint

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