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