Sunday Scribblings prompted a single word: Sweet. This past Sunday, I witnessed the event below. Enjoy! Amy   (Also posted, as always, at Poets United, a collective of dynamite poets.)


Anything Sweeter

Is there anything sweeter
than baby Cale at the baptismal font?
Mama hands him off to the pastor;
this child makes no fuss.

Once, twice, thrice
crossed on the forehead with water;
even as it drips down his nose to his chin,
he takes it all in stride.

And when the congregation applauds
this new member of our church,
Cale doesn’t cry.  Doesn’t even blink.
He looks as though he expected the ovation!

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil