I Remember

I Remember

by Patricia A Pitterle

I remember when

the bishop was so tall

I had to look up at the sky

to see his face,

When Sunday's seemed never to end

and the rest of the week 

sped by

faster than the trains 

that came through the middle of town.

When the children in Sunday School

called me names

until I cried

and from then on

I sat on the last row

all by myself.

I remember when 

faith was a thing I took for granted,

when hope for a brighter tomorrow

was always in my heart

and when love was always ready to bubble over

with another's kind word or smile.

Today, the bishop isn't quite so tall,

Sundays are never long enough

and when I sit in the last row

I am surrounded by little ones who share it with me. 

My faith shines forth from their eyes,

My hopes are forever in their dreams,

And love bubbles over

with squishy hugs and sticky kisses.