Praying for a Boy
I prayed this morning,
Right before the start.
I prayed I wouldn’t think of you,
I prayed things wouldn’t be so hard.
Today was easier than the rest,
I took that silent comfort in.
I know still they aren’t at the best,
But at least those emotions I can pin.
I prayed at the back,
A pear in my hands.
I prayed somehow I would get through,
I prayed things would somehow be grand.
Today you hardly crossed my mind,
I painted rosy cheeks, lips thin.
Thought you were something I could find,
But that sea, I’m not willing to dive in.
I prayed this morning,
Right before the end.
I prayed to God you’d be okay,
I prayed to God you’d be great.
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