Lynn C. Price
TEARS ARE PRAYERS TO HEAVEN
Each of us pray in our own special way,
Talking to Jesus as we conquer each day.
As a wife and a Mother, I know God always hears,
Desperate pleas, words often soaked with my tears.
We carry our children deep in our hearts,
Eternal flames lit with the tiniest of sparks.
Watching babies grow, our arms hold them close,
Knowing, too soon, well have to let go.
No matter the paths our children will choose,
A proud Mothers heart is supportive and true.
We do all we can and then well do more,
Feeling so empty as they head off to war.
We have to be strong though were dying inside,
Dreading the day when he’ll say his goodbyes.
Our minds drift away to when he was quite young,
Unable to fathom – he now carries a gun.
He’ll face down the enemy and cheat death every day,
Fighting so bravely to keep evil at bay.
We search for the answers and turn to our friends,
A sisterhood forms, on each other well depend.
Still, deep in the night, as were walking the floor,
We talk to our God; I can’t do this no more.
My son, though a warrior, is still just my child,
Bring him home safely, help this Mothers heart to smile.
God reaches down, gathering each Mother near,
My child, you are precious; I know every fear.
Angels are there with your son as he serves,
Defending his Country, seeking peace down on earth.
All will give some and some will give all,
I’ll be there to catch them whenever they fall.
Your heart, I made strong and you’re never forsaken,
Each tear you have shed are prayers sent to Heaven.
©Copyright August 24, 2006 by Lynn C. Price