If I could go and speak to god
I would tell him many things
Save the world. stop all hurt
Happiness can you bring
I would talk about so many things
To make the world just right
Peace and love no hate no pain
I could end the famine fight
But now that you are gravely ill
I would mention one more thing
Please be kind to my poor child
Make them well again.
I want to save all in the world
I want to make it right
But when I hear my child cry out
I only have one fight
So please dear lord do all you can
To make it right for others
But spare a thought for my poor child
I say this as their mother.
So when You look around your garden
And see an empty place.
don’t look down upon the earth,
And see their tired face.
Don’t take them far away from me
Don’t pluck them from our home
Make them well and leave them here
Leave them well alone
That’s all I have to say to you
A selfish as it sounds
Don’t leave my prayer unanswered
On cold and stony ground.
jack frost
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mothers-prayer/
