I Prayed in Your Room Tonight

I don't write poetry, but I wrote this poem-ish thing a few years ago.







I prayed in your room tonight.
We just brought you home.
You’re so tiny and perfect and brand new. 
I knew just what to say.
I prayed for the energy to take good care of you
And the wisdom to be the kind of mother you need. 

I prayed in your room tonight.
Your perfect little body is sick and I’m scared.
It’s probably nothing, but it’s something to me.
I knew just what to say.
I prayed for your health
That I would wake if you needed me
And the wisdom to be the kind of mother you need. 

I prayed in your room tonight.
You’re out without us for the first time.
The world is a big place, sometimes good and sometimes bad. 
Will you recognize which is which? 
I knew just what to say.
I prayed for your safety
Your choices
Peace
And the wisdom to be the kind of mother you need. 

I prayed in your room tonight.
I don’t know where you are.
I hope you will choose well.
But sometimes clouds cover the stars
And the path is dimly lit.
I didn’t know what to say.
I prayed for you
And the wisdom to be the kind of mother you need.  


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