.Mother led me when I was a boy
The smells of insence, hands of safety
Vicar led the congregation
His voice still echoes under the pews
Halfway through the morning mass
I leave to draw the gospel stories
Sunday art school, paint by numbers
On stained glass, chapel windows
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