You were a person who happened to have a suit jacket on that day.
Many hands lay upon a young woman standing stiff like a sunflower, head hanging in sadness with a child under two on her hip.
I heard the prayers, but not the words. I was holding that child on my hip.
I felt the hands slip away from my tense tight back, arms, and shoulders. You offered your lapel.
My head hung in shame covered with tears of humility. All I could see was the lapel of your coat. You were Jesus in a jacket. For a flash in time, you met me where I was, and you offered me comfort when I could not help myself, all in a moment on a small lapel.
-Molly Elizabeth McCabe, 1990
Pictures of Sunflowers from our garden.