We’re sitting, praying at the pews to get out of the cold
On our knees
Hands clasped tightly around that pearl necklace
Mother may I? He asks sheepishly
Of course you may, you get everything you want
When you’re ready to pray
He wraps his arms around her
She holds him tightly against her chest
He hears her heart beating
That calm rhythm always soothing
He glances over at the girl in the corner
Startled
Almost giving up the ghost
When I’m
Still
Filling my cup
With the dark roast
Swirling cream to mix galaxies
You smile when I tell you it’s delicious
&
I tell you it’s delicious, every time I smile
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