{my grandma's prayer}

><>as heard one night while bunking above her<><

"Dear Lord," she prayed in earnest,

   "Please hear my prayer tonight. 

I pray for all my children  

   To come to know your Light.

I know that you can answer. 

   I'm askin'. I have faith."

She didn't know I heard her. 

   She couldn't see my face.

But I lay there and I listened.

   I listened and I cried. 

I cried to have a faith like hers

   Until the day I die.

To have that sense of caring, 

   And have such deep, strong love.

I listened as she finished,

   And then from up above,

I heard the calm of her breathing

   In the quietude of sleep. 

I cried a little longer

   And then without a peep,

"Dear Lord," I prayed in earnest,

   "Help me grow up to be

A woman of faith like she is,

   Who prays for her family."

><>an original poem by Yella Rose<><