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    "Sister Ruby's Pearls"

    Passing around souvenirs of our life, in class
    In a big white room,
    Treasures from another life
    Treasures from another’s life

    Prayers and pearls

    Attached in affinity to yellowed twine
    Climb up am down like a ladder
    Or a staircase, like the winding petals of a rose

    The value of each pearl

    Weighed in the unceasing commitment of the hand that held them
    Each small orb representing the days of once endless companionship
    (and it’s a long strand)
    but not near long enough to count the days

    there is a knot at the bottom

    but not quite at the end
    from its gentle closure there are
    loops
    hanging from the love she left behind
    Now I lay me down to sleep/
    With every passing thought I weep/
    Lead me into nights dark bliss/
    And let me wake in innocence.
    -Me

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    I like the idea that Sister Ruby's necklace reveals something of her life but didn't I didn't feel I really got a good picture of her and her story, only that the pearls were on a yellow thread with a knot at the bottom and loops. I want to feel the love that is attached to the pearls and I didn't.

    Passing around souvenirs of our life, in class
    In a big white room, ..what is the importance of the classroom being white?
    Treasures from another life
    Treasures from another’s life ...feels repetitive

    Prayers and pearls

    Attached in affinity to yellowed twine
    Climb up am down like a ladder
    Or a staircase, like the winding petals of a rose ..I like the image of the winding petals of a rose but that is very different to a ladder or a staircase unless spiral. Better to have one strong image than conflcting ones.

    The value of each pearl

    Weighed in the unceasing commitment of the hand that held them
    Each small orb representing the days of once endless companionship ..how do the pearls express this?
    (and it’s a long strand)
    but not near long enough to count the days

    there is a knot at the bottom

    but not quite at the end ..what is the significance of the knot not being quite at the end?
    from its gentle closure there are
    loops
    hanging from the love she left behind

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    I feel that this is a rosary. I went to Catholic school and that's what this says to me. If I see it in that light, it makes more sence.
    "All things subject to change"
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    Do they make rosaries with pearls? I'm not a Catholic, nor Christian.

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    Rosaries are made from all kinds of things. I was a forced Catholic. Now I have my own faith and it does not include the Catholic Church.
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    Very sensible

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    Thanks for the response shadows, the reason this poem feels disconnected is because I never knew sister Ruby, she was a story from my classmate. I wrote the poem for her, and unfortunately, I didn't get to hold the pearls very long. I will take your suggestions and try and work this poem into a better shape. I don't think it was a rosary though, it was a really really long strand with pearls revolving around it.

    Oh, and the significance of the knot not at the end is that her death was not the end. The smaller pearls hanging down with love are the people she left behind.
    Now I lay me down to sleep/
    With every passing thought I weep/
    Lead me into nights dark bliss/
    And let me wake in innocence.
    -Me

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