Saint- For Wendy Davis

Saint

            FOR WENDY DAVIS

At seven I asked to name

my new sister Wendy

so I could fly with Peter Pan.

One Wendy friend here

A second one there;

she came she went

until two thousand thirteen

in June. A Bethlehem teardrop

wet my cheek

when a Texas Wendy rose

in stature to an icon.

Here stood

an unwed mother

in a race for justice

the world watched

another Mary.


-- Sydney McQuoid