Margins of Her Bible

You underlined in pencil, Mama Coffee rings on Romans eight My name is on the inside cover Next to some forgotten date Now I read you in the margins Little notes in crooked blue "Pray for Sol, he's running tonight" I never knew, I never knew Every page you ever turned Was a door you held for me I read you in the margins And that's where I learned to see Grocery lists in Ecclesiastes A pressed carnation, gone to brown "Rent is short, but God is able" Written while the world came down Now I read you in the margins Little notes in crooked blue "Pray for Sol, he's running tonight" I never knew, I never knew Every page you ever turned Was a door you held for me I read you in the margins And that's where I learned to see The last thing you wrote is on the very last page. It just says, "Almost." And then there's a little smile you drew. Hum it for me, Mama I'll keep your pencil sharp