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This Morning In Church
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She sat down next to me --
in the church pew.
The little girl in a pink dress,
blonde hair curling down to her shoulders.
Fidgeting a bit, but quiet.
Small white satin bows
on the ends of her short sleeves --
wearing her fancy Sunday dress.
Any other time she was probably busy
with her dolls and tea-party friends --
stuffed animals sitting around a small table
in a sunny playroom.
But on her knee was a crusty scab
the size of a quarter, and reddened scratches
on her arm and elbow just below the pink sleeve.
An unlikely bout with her dolls and teddy bears?
Her younger brother next to her
sported a purple-black eye and a cut lip.
Today, church was about atonement
for some obvious acts of unkindness.
But who was I to smirk at her,
that little devil in frilly pink girl-clothes,
when I had my own wounds to heal.
The deep ones inside that no one sees.
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--Submitted by George Wentz on 2011-07-19.
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George Wentz:
Thanks. I appreciate the continued interest and commentary.
Posted 07/21/2011 07:41 PM
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lanet:
I loved it George.
Posted 07/21/2011 06:45 AM
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