For years my mother
polished brass and wood in church,
her tiny hands performing miracles
on a daily basis
During school holidays
or sometimes on a Saturday
I shared her working day
At first I was afraid
of empty pews and pulpit,
silent saints on stained glass
or marbled, staring back at me
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