A Churchwoman. by Juanita Rey

For many years, / on Monday mornings, / my mother has cleaned the church, / down on her knees / with brush and bucket, / doesn’t quit until / the floor is spotless / and every pew shines / with what she refers to as / “the light of God.” / / It is one of many jobs, / that she has worked / to pay for the chores / she does at home for free. / / But it is the one / she would have done for nothing / had the priest so asked.

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