Not By Bread Alone

She would read the Book of Common Prayer
while straightening her curly hair
and let the LORD say what He said
then ask Him for her daily bread.
She did this almost eighteen years
through marriage’s attendant tears
til one spring day she skipped the prayer
and realized she didn’t care
that much for what she’d had of bread
and decided on dessert instead.
From that day on her hair had curls
her necklines plunged like other girls
she left her man and left her life
intent on something more than wife.
She said adieu to minivan
and took up with a younger man.
The time was rich, the sex all good,
she tossed aside each ought and should
she sucked the marrow from each day
until the young man walked away.
When asked he said he didn’t care
that much for girls with curly hair
and then regret shot through her veins,
she missed the freedom of her chains.
For seven months she’s lived alone
refusing bread she bears the stone
of losing her man and losing her life
of straightened daily breaded wife.
But just last week he called her up
and asked if they could share a cup
or two or three and maybe then
to court anew this she and him.
He shocked her with a gift of pearls
that hung quite nice beneath her curls.

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  1. Diana Trautwein on August 5, 2012 at 3:00 pm

    grace as a necklace. yes. I’ll take two, please.

  2. Portia McGehee on August 5, 2012 at 6:46 pm

    Your writing blessses my soul.

  3. Carol Vinson on November 9, 2012 at 8:10 pm

    Such a lovely portrait of grace . . .

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