you and I often speak of the day you died

the dog in the corner whining

noon day shivering


men love their daughters

so I could command your father

fetch the healer

Jehoshuah, the One who speaks true


we tell you, O sweet one

how Jehoshuah would not run or rush

but stopped a sinner


praised her for her faith


while frenzied women keened

around your bed,

herbs and oils prepared

for your final anointing


at last he entered your room

turned away the mourners

sat by my side, held your hand

Talitha cumi, he said, little lamb arise.


you and I often speak of the day he died

outside the city

how we joined women in the shadows

shared his hours of agony

until the light faded