Friday, March 10, 2017

Saint- For Wendy Davis

            FOR WENDY DAVIS

At seven I asked to name
my new sister Wendy
so I could fly with Peter Pan.
One Wendy friend here

A second one there;
she came she went
until two thousand thirteen
in June. A Bethlehem teardrop

wet my cheek
when a Texas Wendy rose
in stature to an icon.
Here stood

an unwed mother
in a race for justice
the world watched
another Mary.

-- Sydney McQuoid

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