by Kendra Thompson
Do you think you’ll also leave us? Be thrown out, discarded, like broken lamps and weathered postage stamps? Will you, though, be discarded? Or will your legacy be regarded, a stamp, so tethered to its post no thumbnail could remand it. Will I be thrown out, or do they dare regard me? With legacy’s stark retardant, apostolic succession, women’s…oppression? Militant (chuckle) fecundity? They say God’s truth starts with apostolic fruit. Read the rings around the stump and count your women in succession so babies born bear their reflection: True rings, fair fruit, not stumped by the fullness of our species nor births that fill most verdant nurseries for there is more than paternalia in these trees.
Kendra Thompson is a wife, mother, writer and minister living in Northwest Iowa. Her work has appeared in Spectrum, Body Love for All, Poet’s Choice and These Interesting Times. You can find more of her writing on her blog www.crylaughsnort.wordpress.com