The Hat on the Front Pew

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Aunt Louise places your church hat on the front pew, wide brim tilted toward the pulpit as if you stepped out only to greet somebody. No one sits beside it. During the prayer, one white feather trembles in the vent's soft air. After the benediction, Aunt Louise lifts the hat with both hands, and the whole row rises to let memory pass.
62 words · 14 lines · Free Verse
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