I remember the dress, pleated, floral
I remember staring…
Sandwiched between them,
I remember the rumbling of their voices in fervent prayer
 
‘Prayer of the righteous availeth much’
 
I remember them standing there
Sitting there
Kneeling there
Watching, watching, waiting
 
‘Those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength’
 
I remember the slamming of the door
The cracking wine glass
The snapping of the jaw
door banging
door cracking
door snapping
 
‘Greater is He that is me that he who is in the world’
  
I remember the heat of the sun
the drumming of the heart
the trees, the warm soil,
feet denting the soil
as if to prove their existence
 
‘He in me, me in Him’
 
I remember my sweet tiny, black, buckled, leather shoes. So cute

Model: Laura Nyahuye

Wordsmith: Laura Nyahuye

Photographer: Unknown/John Whitmore