Whether she believed in me, or not, she had the last word.
You know
She didn't believe
In women clergy
The son said
After I anointed his mother
As she lay dying.
I had seen her eyes
Widen.
She never would fly
On an airplane
With a woman pilot
He said,
At her funeral
I began the sermon
And hail
Rained down
Dented every car
In the parking lot.
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