You’re so beautiful when you’re praying
I have a memory of me laying
On your chest on a blanket
In a field of grass
Your eyes are closing
And I feel you throwing
Down what’s in your hands
And replacing it with me
Your brow furrows
And I remember burrowing
Into the fabric
Of your flannel shirt
You’re saying “amen”
And there’s pain then
Because the prayer is over
And I have to look away

e.s.