"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Small Hands In a Prayer So Big

Small hands joined in a prayer so big
Parents pray with heads bowed
For the healing of their daughter

Life lived in precious moments
Pain’s visitation upon their adored child
Brought grief like a stone upon their hearts

Illness had been an unwelcome companion
But their child had shown grace in
The midst of her suffering

Without complaint or asking why
She faced each day with a smile
Giving sunshine to days so dark

Lessons taught by their child
On how to face adversity
Were learned at the foot of a hospital bed


© Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess , AllRightsReserved.

Designed by ScreenWritersArena