Front of the sanctuary each Sunday.
We never planned the arrangement.
First, it was just two of us, and
Then the others joined us one by
One, the newest gal only six months
Into her journey.
After being coupled for so long, it's
Hard to sit alone in church.
We feel disconnected,
Stranded.
It's why we appreciate having
Friends to sit with,
The kinship.
I must add that seated next to me at
The end of the row is my grandson.
He isn't intimidated by being out
Numbered, or bothered that we are
Widows, or that we are a bit
Conspicuous in our spot near the
Front.
He simply sees us as Charlene, Carol,
Becky, Patty and Grandma, just the way
We hope all the other folks do.