Nave of Color

A poem for my mother

Some years ago, my mother took me to Sainte-Chapelle, her favorite of the Parisian cathedrals. Her story with it intersects with other family legends, how she learned French, how she and her close friend Shiela traveled through Europe after service in the Peace Corps.

Please enjoy this bright spot of color with thanks to Loch Raven Review and the rest of the contributors to this excellent issue!

And thanks, always, to my mother, who also takes photo credit here (PS Davis).