A Child of God

A Child of God

Tap-tapping like drum beats
from a cautious
march, the boy’s pale face
follows my steps
his cane meandering side
to side through the aisle, and
I watch

hummingbird fingers poke
at the shelves. He
listens to the crinkle of a
spaghetti package
chin uplifted, grinning like
a monkey

mom’s proud of her
son, turned ten today and
‘born again’
during last Sunday’s service.

© Richard L. Provencher