"why can’t that baby quit it’s goddam crying so we can listen to the praise?" Love it! Children like ambulance sirens give all the love you seek in a cathedral😁
Took me right to the moment with this one—I feel like I can imagine it all, from the stiff wooden pews to the candles flickering around the Cathedral! Also, I think it's great that you wrote the poem on Substack, but also included the typed version. I'll probably borrow that in my endless fight against Substack's formatting. Good stuff
"why can’t that baby quit it’s goddam crying so we can listen to the praise?" Love it! Children like ambulance sirens give all the love you seek in a cathedral😁
Took me right to the moment with this one—I feel like I can imagine it all, from the stiff wooden pews to the candles flickering around the Cathedral! Also, I think it's great that you wrote the poem on Substack, but also included the typed version. I'll probably borrow that in my endless fight against Substack's formatting. Good stuff
Yea I’m sick of Substack butchering the formatting!
The ending made me wince and laugh at the same time! Really smart tension between belief and irritation. This is great.