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# Blessing
**by Jamie Lynn Heller**

A stray drop of rain lands on my forehead,
begins to drip.  The sensation drawing out 
memories of a plaid jumper, knee-high 
navy socks, button-up white shirt, shoes 
with a spot for a penny on each foot, 
one cent each. I can feel where the stiff leather 
will rub a blister on the back of my heel.
One sock held my lunch card during recess.
The thick paper working against my foot
would be as soft as a tissue by Friday.
If mom sent me with cash
the card was swapped out for a nickel, 
change the lunch lady told me not to lose
but the jumper didn’t have pockets,
and if I hurried I could get near the front
of the four-square line before the bell rang
and we had to line up at the curb
trying to get a spot next to our friends
even though once we got inside the church
the teachers would make us sit
boy girl boy girl. The bowl of holy 
water at the doors always felt cool,
father son and holy spirit,
a drop slowly sliding down my forehead.