Pencil people...
Two pencils up front in a second row pew,
that's really all it took...
The service was long and drawn out
much too long for my little guy
with so much energy locked up inside ... off he'd fly...

Yet, for just those few moments
when my arm was wrapped around his frame
when I think back and wondered where he went
while snuggled close to me,
up front in that second row pew,
I could watch, back then, yet I never really knew...

Mesmerized, I'd marvel while his thoughts
traveled so near and yet so far away...

Up front in that second row pew,

so near and yet so far away from me.

Word Painting
Host; Poet Al.

By Debera

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