grass stains on bibles
Days of children with innocent faces and fragile hearts.
a girl in tattered shoes with a couple rhinestones still hanging there by threads
a boy who hits and pulls my hair
rides on my back
and earns grass stain badges with me as we tumble in the yard.
We sing together with the name of our father like honey on our lips.
they’re children so they listen earnest and open
They share silly thing just so they get a turn with the microphone
today we picked them bibles
crouched on the floor in far-from-chapters bookstore.
His word should be free, numbers and coins jus
t get in our way.
we learned the word was life changing.
I needed life changing
I was doing life changing
trying things I did not like
driving into the city in the hot of the afternoon, because he opened an appointment for me
I know he did it because it had his fingerprints all over it.
now keyboard clicking, eyes needing sleep
tomorrow a new day of hussle and bussle
kids running and screaming
and there with sister by my side and a sea of children shouting silly songs
i’ll meet him
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