When I curl up next to my boy

for a few minutes before

he drifts off to dreamland,

I say a prayer out loud.

He’s begun to say his own

prayers after mine,

but instead of saying “amen”

he says “Day-men”

and actually corrects me

if I don’t pronounce it his way.

Tonight, I gave thanks

for the snow falling softly outside,

for our family

and our quiet Sunday together.

Then he said his own prayer:

Dear God,

Thank you for the flowers

and the trees and the chairs.

Thank you for the stars

and the moon,

for the dark and the light.


Photo is of the snow falling
in the light of a street lamp tonight.