I watched them
From across the aisle.
They held hands
Under the hymn book
Sliding into the high notes of
Oh,
That Will Be Glory For Me!
The preacher’s sermon
Droned on.
I was busy contemplating the future
For the young couple.
Twins and one coming later
With learning disabilities.
The twins had freckles
And blue eyes.
The other was dark haired
With slate grey eyes
And rarely spoke.
While she took nursing classes.
His second job was with the
Park District
Picking up trash.
That’s where he would hurt his back
Go on disability
Start drinking
And spend his waking hours
Berating the little
Dark-haired boy
Who would rarely come out
Of his room.
Industrial engineering department.
And the case drag on for three years.
Stand it.
Except for dark-haired boy
Who refused to see his father.
And moved to Paris to find himself.
Where she worked the night shift
Until the kids moved out.
None of them ever went to church.
She stares into the void
And softly hums
Oh, That Will Be Glory For Me!
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