Standing in Line at the Dollar General

A short meeting,
just the time spent in line,
she is buying two cans
of soup, off brand.
Apologizing, she counts out her pennies,
I smile and say ‘No problem-How’s your day?’
‘Oh, I’m worried about my boy.’
‘Well, boys are something to worry about.’
‘Yes, I fear he is headin’ to prison-
I caught him drinkin’ again last night
and when they catch him driving…
I worry he will follow his brother to the grave.’
As she turns to leave, I touch her arm,
‘I’ll pray for him.’

And I do-
For him
And her
And for all us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death.

(revised)