Laura Gibson
Glory
I remember my mother's handsLaced in prayerFrail as birdsFace she carriedLike a terrible, terrible acheI have never seenSuch glory sinceI remember my father's voiceDressed in angerSwollen with graceMy surrender and his forgivenessI have never seenSuch glory sinceI remember my sister's bellyWhite and swollenCarefully swayingEyes were glowingFrom carrying such graceI have never seenSuch glory since
From Letras Mania