A poem for the women I love
sitting in a pew
holding my grammie's hand
it has been five years
but he is still here
showing up should of be the easy part
family of seventeen
reduced to four
women in the last pew
I am in love with the
power of these women
my sister who makes me grow
my mother who made me
and my grandmother who made her
silently taking in the lord
could this be heaven on earth?