The Youngest Son Drew Pictures

The smell of geranium and rose drew him back
To a time of youth, short pants and church
Back into the musty smell of a confessional box
Where as many lies were told as were confessed

She dressed the altar when asked
Roses, lilies, geraniums, fresh garden cut
She was a woman of unwavering faith
She could see, what the boy could not

The flowers quivered when the choir sung
For here also was a just and true man of faith
His booming voice reaching the heavens
Carried on the scent of his tendered flowers

Together they made offerings to above
Forever secure and sound in their liturgy
From the spiritual to the physical
Their religion of faith and place defined them

The youngest son drew pictures on the dusty floor

The Youngest Son Drew Pictures

Tony Mutton

Brisbane, Australia

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