Thursday, February 18, 2010

In a Prayer

She smiles in the daylight softly waning
Gazing past the gold horizon line
There doesn't seem to be a prayer remaining
That she has not prayed a hundred times

So instead of praying she just stands there
Listening to the evening breezes sigh
Wishing she could reach and touch his hand there
Dancing in the twilight lullaby

Wishing she could hear him softly whisper
Sentimental nothings in her ear
Wishing for the music of their laughter
But all her wishing will not bring him near

She will bear her state of constant sorrow
She will send him kisses in the air
For she knows he will be home tomorrow
So tonight she'll love him in a prayer

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Janet Martin


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