“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,
said:

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.

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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.
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