A FUZZY-MOTHER'S PRAYER
Dear GOD, she whispered softly,
Got more bad news today.
My sweetest loving boy,
Is very ill in some way.
The doctor said he felt a mass,
Inside his tiny tummy.
He seems so tired, so angry, so sad,
And overall feels crummy.
Oh GOD please do not take him,
For he's been here too short a time.
I lost one child just awhile ago,
To take two would be a crime.
If you were to take him so quickly,
My heart would break in two.
And I just do not think that I,
Could keep on praying to you.
I've tried my best to not ask,
Too very much of you.
But this time GOD, selfish tho it may seem,
My prayer you just must do.
Surely you know the wondrous joy,
My beloved son brings to me.
The kind of joy you must feel,
When you hear me sing of Thee.
The brilliant whiteness that poureth forth,
When he flashes me his smile.
The graceful leaps and jumps and wiggles,
When he wardances with such style.
Then the best of all the times,
When he lays upon my chest.
For hours saying silently,
I LOVE YOU MOMMY THE BEST!
The truly sweet way he tucks himself,
Into my bed day or nite.
Covers on top with little head sticking out,
It makes everything all right.
No GOD you CANNOT take him from me,
Or I will surely die.
For I am just incapable,
At this time of saying goodbye.
Now I will intrust to you,
My last and only wish.
To let them ALL live long, long lives,
Thus ending my deep anguish.
I'll ask of you dear Lord,
Give me forever and two days.
To romp and play and cuddle and hug,
Being caressed by their loving fuzzy ways.
If you gaze down upon us,
You'll see I hold him tight.
I love him more than my own life,
We'll not give up without a fight.
If I were not a Mommy to more,
I would gladly trade my life for his.
But they too need me, just as I need him,
Please leave it as it is.
I'll now say goodnite to you dear GOD,
This near silent prayer now said.
Believing soon from near my baby,
The spectre of death will have fled.
AMEN
copywrited Dec. 1995
Kelleen M. Andrews
[Posted in FML issue 1426]
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