~~~
I almost forgot the sound of her voice
the way it soothed my fears like warm milk lulls a tired head
She sliced through layers of fat back,
each word sizzled as it dropped,
"The Lord only gives you what you can handle"
I came back when she was sick and laid with her like I did as a child
comparing porcelain with chestnuts
I take her hand and realize the thick fingers, I used to hide,
are identical to hers, and this makes me smile
Through the disconsolate air, her last words fall silently
"Our father, who art in heaven..."
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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