Goosebumps
I remember my first goosebumps.
I think I was about eight.
Sitting at the edge of the pew.
Alone.
It was someone's wedding day.
My father was the organist.
Then I heard him sing Panis
angelicus.
His voice clear and strong.
Such a beautiful sound.
I could feel those hairs
rise.
I can still see me.
His little pet he brought along.
Everywhere he went, for
company.
Thinking of it makes me cry.
We got along so well.
He and I, when I was
small.
05/11/2019
For Delilah Ventura's Goosebumps contest.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2019
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