Great-grandma Sarah Ellen

She was the one
who pressed me to my knees
at the side of her bed
each night —
a formality for me,
but for her?

+++An offering
+++to Almighty God
+++whom she thanked
+++for my future salvation.

Meanwhile, I longed only
to return to the stack
of National Geographics
secluded in the chest
by the old grand piano.

Don Cadwallader

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