She prays in bed

as she is wrapped

in a blanket late at night

waiting for God to lull her to sleep.

 

My mom prays

as she greets dawn,

rising to get ready for the day,

thanking Him for being alive

and to be able

to see her kids again.

 

My mom whispers words

of appreciation

before she breaks bread,

before she takes a sip of tea.

She tells Him,

she is grateful for having food.

 

She’ll take our hands

and close her eyes.

She’ll start to pray

asking the Lord to watch over us,

to take care of us

and once again

thanking Him for letting us have jobs.

 

My Mom will always pray.