she sat in her Sunday best
watching the dust glisten,
given life in coloured rays
by the warm evening sun
‘the angels have been busy’, she thought
... ‘or was it fairies?’
it really didn’t matter -
the sight was bewitching
she never sat in the front pew,
a priest had frightened her
as she sat directly in his gaze
told her she would go to Hell
she was only four years old
and innocent!
now she waits,
the chapel is cool and quiet,
she wonders when the choir will arrive
then she’ll see Charlie
blonde hair, green eyes,
sixteen, tall and so handsome
she was content
just to sit and wait
“C’mom, let’s get you home”,
her grandson helped her up
she smiled at the handsome young man,
‘he has Charlie’s eyes’, she thought
and patted his cheek.
“Oh Grams”, he chuckled.
she slipped her arm through his
and they strolled off
down the street.
Silver trophy winner
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