Im going to stop being bashful and show you. This is part of a collection I am working on. I hope you enjoy it :) Momma’s Glory She stood on the front porch Bare-footed She lit a cigarette and Watched the storm rolling over Sugar Hill There, in a moment of calm There, the rain hit softly Like applause From far, far away. She stood on the front porch Caught off guard by the sudden urge to worship Something, anything… So she stepped Onto the wet grass Like she was stepping into her baptism. She held her breath and lifted her full, round face To quietly praise The splintering sky. --Rebecca Campbell
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 18:57:15 +0000
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