Monday, April 13, 2015

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirteen, Poem Five



Pantoum

You need to make the time for Sunday Mass.
for Mom, relief shows on her face,
my time card punched in for the prayer,
a take-home wafer for her mother's tonuge.

For Mom, relief shows on her face,
my rare attendance in the pew,
a take-home wafer for her mother's tonuge
while she counts down to the Easter host.

My rare attendance in the pew,
Mom says I'll make more time someday
while Mémé counts down to the Easter host,
salvation not in deed but in routine.

Mom says I'll make more time someday
my time card punched in for the prayer,
salvation not in deed but in routine,
you need to make the time for Sunday Mass.


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