This poem that I wrote as a young thing was published over 30 years ago. It was the first and last, as life got in the way. But I’m starting to write again and enjoying it.
grasp Mother’s Sunday coat.
Shining eyes wander in curiosity.
grasp a well-worn hymnal.
Shining eyes uplifted in thanksgiving.
to the young woman’s side.
Arms still strong
in silent request.
grasp an old man’s coat.
Shining eyes reflect joy . . . .
reflect God’s universal love.