The Lap of God
by Martha Popson
She was shelling peas,
apron-covered knees
spread wide to catch
each pea/each pod
apron-covered knees
spread wide to catch
each pea/each pod
I, shaky, needy
wandered near
wandered near
Her ancient swollen hands
pushed back the hair
that hid my face
pushed back the hair
that hid my face
She set down the pan and,
patting her knee,
said:
patting her knee,
said:
oh, child
come on up here
and let me have a look at you.
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.
sitting in the lap of God.
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