The time for secrets is over. Cleanse my church and renew her soul.
Leaving home, she looked back once more as her mother waved, cat in arms, trying not to cry. She had to go and raise the cat’s paw and wave. It was her undoing, and she drove away with tears streaming down her face. She’d be back, she knew, but there was something in leaving homeContinue reading “A Return To Church”
In This Place – A poem by Leslie C Dobson