She sits across from him in a cold and foreboding place.
He is to her, a tender seventeen but still his mom's baby.
Will he ever learn to leave the lifestyle that caused
this separation? It doesn't look like it. So, the
mother begins a prayer ritual. She gets his sister to
agree. Everyday at 3:00 P.M. they pray, whether they
are together or apart. The visit seems sad at the
juvenile jail. He says he's part of a gang. Her heart
sinks even lower. Will the prayers for him come into
reality? She knows they will keep him safe until they
do. She sleeps, knowing the angels watch over her
baby. Amen.
Author notes
I choose the poem: "Night In The Garden" as my favorite. Shancy.
A contest entry
- Don't Wing A Prayer by Carly Pop.
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I'd like some feedback.
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My partner and I pastor a few people that, despite all the prayer, seem determined to fall again. A parent must bear the pain at a deeper level though.
Once again and quite rightly we are brought to our knees.
Ty for your feedback on mine.
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Made me cry - I too have a wayward - a nephew - wow a prayer straight from the heart - ty
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