Poison in the Pew
April 22nd, 2007 (Poetry)Small child – barely able to walk
Comes up the aisle – a smile lights his face
Mother’s hand in his – his other touches each pew
Reaches out and points – there it is!
Here is where we will sit – mother nods and smiles
Making their way down the row as people shift their knees – space parts like the red sea
Empty spot opens up – boy trips, falls hard
Mother’s concerned but he is all right
Stands up with bottle in hand – child drinks
Instantly falls – never to walk again
Mother cries – weeps in agony
Poison in the pew
