The boy comes to the back door of the parish,
bearing he says, “A gift.”
A crib, its mattress, and a baby bearish
quilt. “I hear you people stand for life.”
What came between them, what could cleave a rift
and birth such sorrow?
Girlfriend or wife,
she gave her child no chance for a tomorrow
but left a young man sobbing in despair
on the chipped flagstones of my pastor’s stair
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
A Tragi-Comic Masterpiece
When my younger brother, Rick, and I were boys in Pomona, California, our mother and grandmother would…
A Quest for Gold
I ‘m late to the party, but, at a friend’s suggestion, I recently watched Detectorists, a BBC…
Is Churchill America’s Hero? (ft. Sean McMeekin)
In this episode, Sean McMeekin joins R. R. Reno on The Editor’s Desk to talk about his…
