Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

One to Watch, and One to Pray

Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

One to Watch, and One to Pray

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We passed the baby over the bed, and later we passed tissue,

and her Bible with its onion skin pages, its highlighted lessons

and dog-eared parables she kept handy with bookmarks

whose tassels hung and swayed as her hair

might have done when she was very sweet and very young,

and when we had finished what reading we would read,

we stopped a little while to register the pleasant song

the woman on the stereo was singing, and then the baby

cried for milk, and so we passed her back across the bed,

which is when someone asked if there was any more water

and we passed the water over her lips with the swab the nurses gave us

just for this, a square pink bubblegum lollipop-looking deal

like the treats she used to give us when we were very sweet

and very young, and someone came with roses,

and though we smelled the flowers because we hoped for something better

than the smell that lingered all around us, hothouse flowers

look alive long after their lively smells have faded, so when someone came in

with cards, we passed the cards and flowers over the bed and stood them up

with the other cards and flowers on the little stand of white plastic and chrome

that passed for a bedside table in that place, and when a friend came in

who hadn't met the baby, we passed the baby over the bed

and the friend said, she's so sweet, and when a cousin came

who knew things few of us knew, we listened to stories

from when both of them were very young, and when someone cried

we passed the tissue over the bed, and when someone said, she's so small now,

we remembered the pink square bubblegum lollipop swab,

and when the nurse said, you can tell by how she breathes,

someone got the Bible from the little chrome and plastic stand,

and when someone said, it's okay to leave, we didn't want to

do a thing, and though several days later someone told me

people somewhere in West Africa pass a baby over the bed

of a dying person to say there will always be new bodies

to celebrate and mourn, that night we only knew the baby needed a change

and someone had to take her, and so we passed the baby

over the bed and decided who would stay to watch her go. …

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