serving

I will carry the candle
I will process around
the church, I will
reverence the altar

and good words will be
said among the townsfolk
an intention of good heart -
some have been in stasis
50 years while I have

moved on.  The drive was
beautiful: loch road
in sun, light glancing
on the water, slanting
through the trees.  I am

older, daughter, the
sweet ground of them
not far.  The portion
of my life with them
faded like Spring rain.

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