May 11, 2014
A mamma's prayer
My arms are not strong enough
to hold you here forever;
my tears and kisses cannot heal
the pain and hurts you weather.
Yet each day I pray for you
letting you go in my heart;
to the one who can do anything;
even heal a broken heart.
Every hour of every day I lift you up to him,
so that one day when I am not near,
you can turn your eyes to him,
and let his voice be the one you hear.
I talk to him about you,
I share the silly things you do, silly things you say.
I ask him to watch over you
every hour, every day.