Mother Figures in the Third Pew

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Three women share the third pew. One raised four children. One became the adult her nephew called at midnight. One taught generations to read and packed extra lunch without asking why. On Mother's Day, their stories will not fit one card. The church gives thanks not by renaming every woman mother, but by seeing the particular care each chose to offer.
61 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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