“The Lap of God” (Martha Popson)

She was shelling peas,
apron-covered knees
spread wide to catch
each pea/each pod

I, shaky, needy
wandered near

Her ancient swollen hands
pushed back the hair
that hid my face

She set down the pan
and, patting her knee,

oh, child,
come on up here
and let me have a look at you.

Her voice was safe and so was I
sitting in the lap of God.


Dedicated to my sweet and regal mom, Sandy Sylvester Comer, who died 5 years ago today.  Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her.  May she rest in Peace.