A PRAYER
(For Marie)
Dark days
will always be with us,
but they,
too, will pass, like wind
blowing
through gloomy rooms:
look at
her fleetingly smile at you
when you
hold her to your chest,
the
dove-like cooing telling you
how warm
it is to curl into arms
that will
always be there to hold
and
enfold however cruel days
become,
however bereft of grace
struggling
to live becomes. Look
at her
gaze at you long enough
to manage
another smile before
she looks
away and closes her eyes
to sleep
feeling you will be there
when she
opens them again still
singing
her a lullaby, her smile
never
once leaving her tender face.
It is
when you are moved to get
down on
your knees and pray
that, if
this were your final day,
you would
still have her cuddled
in your
arms smiling at what you
have
begun to doubt is still there
holding
us all in his steady palms.
---Albert
B. Casuga
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