Protector
by Bridget Becker
We stood at
attention,
all six in a row,
until it was time
for our mother to go.
She thanked God
for Saint Anthony
chained at our chests,
protector of children
from unwelcome guests.
But mother was Irish,
so just to be sure,
she thanked God
for the Rottweiler
chained at our door. |
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