I open Mom's prayer book
I leaf through it
to find
Mama's favorite prayers.
Memories flow through my mind
of Mama
setting in her room,
reading prayers
before she left the house
to go to work
or shopping.
This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.
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