Sunday

Two rows ahead of me Sits a red-headed,
Freckle-faced, Pencil-legged little girl.
She is surrounded by the sound
Of a hundred voices singing--
But she sits silently,
Fascinated by her sky-scraper father
Standing just a few feet away,
and by His booming voice
Echoing above the congregation.
He notices his wide-eyed admirer
and stoops to hold her.
She wraps her arms around his neck
While her pencil-legs dangle freely.
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