I will carry her in my pocket
like a slingshot
like a candy bar
like change to buy it
like shells from the seashore.
In my knapsack
like a sweater against the cold
a trail map to find my way
a pocketknife
binoculars to see from the top of the hill.

I will ask her
which fork to take
which way to return.


From Psalms for a Child Who Has Lost Her Mother, Finishing Line Press, 2015. Order at Copyright © 2015 Carol Japha.  All rights reserved.


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