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.