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Sunday Morning in Fanwood, New Jersey, 1978

An old church memory

By Rebecca MortonPublished 2 months ago Updated about a month ago 1 min read
Sunday Morning in Fanwood, New Jersey, 1978
Photo by Daniel Legt on Unsplash

Pulling open the heavy door

Unto a miracle at the end of our street.

Leaving the late morning glare,

Eyes can open wider now

In the soft dimness.

Ages old carpet beneath new buckle shoes

Already scuffed from

Harsh sidewalk dragging steps,

Running across streets,

Just beating cars,

A lone eleven-year-old

Going into church

To visit God.

The parents do not believe.

They send her to learn the stories

For culture,

But she goes to feel

The hug,

The flowery perfume

And old books

Of older ladies who care about us,

Like Jesus

Loves me this I know.

Sit down.

The chairs squeak

The tables wobble.

Sit down

And draw



This poem was originally published on Medium.com.

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Rebecca Morton

My childhood was surrounded by theatre people. My adulthood has been surrounded by children! You can also find me on Medium here: https://medium.com/@becklesjm, and now I have a Substack newsletter at https://rebeccamorton.substack.com/

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  • Flamance @ lit.2 months ago

    Awesome poem I like it congratulations 🎉🎉

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