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PEEKING
"Dear
Heavenly Father"
(I think that's right.
That's the way
Mommy taught me to say
My evening prayer.)
"Dear Father, bless my Daddy,
Bless my Mommy."
(Is she there?
I'll just peek and see,
Yep, there she is,
Watching over me.)
"Thank you, Heavenly Father,
For my family, for my house,
For my puppy, my hamster
And my little white mouse--
Even is Mommy doesn't like him."
(I think Dad is laughing.
If I squeeze my eyes tight and squint,
I can barley see.
There's Dad, kneeling right beside me.)
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OK, Father. That's
about it.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot,
I'm thankful for the flowers
And the birds and the squirrels
For the boats and the breeze
And the sunlight in the trees.
Can you hear me Heavenly Father?
Are you really there?"
(Once more I peek. Just a little.
And sure enough I can almost tell
The white light swishing from his robes
And a breeze that smells
Of stardust and rainbows.)
"Goodnight,"
I whisper, satisfied.
"Thanks for being such a great Father,
And for always being there
Even if I do peek sometimes
When I say my prayer."
Marsha Newman
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