Fiction Friday: Micropoetry from the Book

The prime of Miss Annie McCarrick had passed,
but the prime of Miss Laurie Nolan was coming fast.
Unmarried, Mother had always been at her prime.

Mother & David’s pasts were a mystery,
their presents, uncertain,
their futures, set like a precious stone
in a tiny, golden halo.

Their churches were called wards,
their youth groups, institutes.
They served funeral potatoes at
lively potlucks.
Peculiar people, these Mormons were.

I was asked to pray in public,
when I had never prayed in private.
I was asked to do unnatural things
for the sake of the supernatural.

I prayed from memory,
& not from my heart,
for my heart had no memory
of prayer.

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