Going To Church© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Each Sunday morning Church bells ring,
in peals of happy laughter;
I can't help pray and softly sing,
of hope for ever after.

We take the shortcut straight to Church,
Through a shady avenue;
Where every sunbeam seems to search,
enlightening the right way through.

I love to walk this silent route,
beneath blossom laden trees;
That shower petals (sometimes fruit)
on an angels' breath like breeze.

In my pew, I bow my head and kneel in fervent prayer,
My little son is smiling... at the pink petals in my hair...
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