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?