Inscriptions Poem by Bill Grace

Inscriptions



Upstairs the Bible Mom gave me
Over twenty years to find the inscription to give an errant son
Downstairs of smaller size the same Moroccan leather
Never to be inscribed gift of a good Baptist
Who could not understand that Unitarians too were questing for truth.
Both honored and treasured books
The Baptist's inscription being written on a heart.

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