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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Aug 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.27.07.51.30583]] |
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I was only a baby, when my mother taught me to pray. When I outgrew my crib, she used to make me kneel by my bed and bow my head. I prayed, while she stood and listened When done, I would jump back up in the bed and she would tuck me in.... and kiss me goodnight. then turn out the light Every night, I would wait until she left the room then sneak back out of my bed to resume my position on the floor on my knees, with a child's tear To say the prayer that she couldn't hear It was my secret prayer between me and God alone. I didn't want her to hear it. It was always the same I used to ask him, to make my Daddy love my Mommy. Somehow, I knew that he didn't And that if God could make him Then all that was wrong in the world, would be made right. I put my heart into this one plea often begging him, on bended knee. I knew Mommy loved Daddy, but that he did not love her in return, and so I thought that God could fix this He never did, no matter how much I asked. I was hurt, that he couldn't or wouldn't make my Daddy, love my Mommy..... It was such a simple request..... A prayer that she couldn't hear.... It was our secret....... Me and God. ~ |