Monday, July 1, 2013

Forever Within Reach


Run, my dear child, wherever you dare
You’ll never outrun
The reach of a prayer

Dream, my dear child, for youth is fair
Just remember
You can never out-dream my prayer

Dance, my dear child, free from life’s care
But know you are held
In your mother’s prayer

Wherever you roam, whatever you bear
Remember, my child
You are in my prayer

© Janet Martin

They came, laughing through my doorway
for a few brief moments
then they left,
having traded dad's pick-up
for mom's van
a-flutter with beach towels, google maps
and carefree good-byes

I waved and did the only other thing I could think of; pray.

1 comment:

  1. Yes! Love both... and you are so right! Prayer is often all that is left us moms when they run out the door, with the car keys... laughing...


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