POEM: FRONT ROW CHILD

Front row child,
laughing and crying
and sleeping, in the arms
of your father
and then your mother
and then back to your father,
and all the church
was somewhat quiet –
centered on the altar and
I was centered on the child,
“This is your body.
This is your blood….
You’re giving your life
for her….”
My Sunday Mass that Sunday.

© Andrew Costello