At the Back of the Pews

When I was growing up, my mother worked everyday.
A handful
of times that we went on vacation.

On Sunday Mornings, My mother would take my brother and I to church
and drop off us at Sunday school.

After Sunday school was over, I could never sit still
in my seat.  Lord forgive me,
but I couldn’t focus.

Every other minute I’d turn around in my seat and look to the back
of the room, searching for my mom.

No one could hear the pounding of my heart,
feel the anticipation

trying to settle in my bones.
After a while I would stop.

And suddenly,  my nerves went away.

I’d turn around
and there she was

at the back of the pews.
That’s a feelingI hope

will last
a long time.

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