MICHAEL DOM

For Sola Gracia

This morning, I heard my mother singing hymns in her bedroom
And I can’t remember a day growing up
When her sometimes slightly off-kilter melody
Was not, for me, the joyous sound-track of dawn

Her faithful reverence filled those spaces in my life
That I may otherwise have silently ignored
Those uninhabited moments were somehow so full
And I know that one day I shall wish them full again.

Lae, 7 August 2024