Hannah Kimbal | Homecoming

My skin so light and yours like clay
I noticed the pale hairs on your fingers
one bright morning you tapped the keys
the preacher read the words you wrote
they’d folded your hands across your chest
my skin so light and yours like clay

I noticed the hairs on your placid hands
that morning your mind whirred with phrases
the preacher read what you wrote oh glory
your mother’s embrace the words her voice
they’d folded your hands across your chest
I noticed the hairs on your fingers

My skin so light and yours like clay
your brother’s words you wrote your voice
my childhood church I learned the lyrics
mind whirring with phrases keys
you looked like a grown man that morning
so bright your placid skin like clay

I noticed the light upon your hands
childhood church your mother’s embrace
how glad and happy the preacher sang
hallelujah no more shackles a bird
you looked like a grown oh glory you never
we noticed the light on our hands

My skin so light and yours like clay
fly away I’ll sing the words you wrote
church of childhood lyrics whirring
you never made it to by and by
glory oh glory we’ll sing you home
our skin of light and yours of clay.

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Hannah Kimbal is a high school teacher and MFA student at George Mason University. She obtained her B.A. in English from Georgia State University and her M.Ed. from The George Washington University.