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A Child's Prayer
Ivy Rose |
Crazy Lily...they called her.
Pointing, laughing, jeering
"Crazy Lily, crazy old, Lily."
I could see what they saw.
A thin woman with pale skin,
puffy, bags under her eyes,
straggly, greasy hair.
Her clothes stained, unwashed,
miles too big. Nothing
about her made you want
to get to know her. I wondered
if anything was felt behind
those vacant eyes, if there was
any life in them at all.
Then, one day, I started
to pass her by when I noticed
something in her hands. I came
closer, and I saw that she was holding
a picture. It was of a little,
blond-haired boy with a bright,
angelic smile. Lily's eyes were filled
with tears. She whispered softly,
"I love you so much, Davie."
For the first time...I saw
the real Lily. The Lily that had
a family, the Lily who knew love,
once. And, I saw her beauty.
I drew close. Put my hand in hers
...and said,
"I'm sure he loves you, too."
She turned and smiled a radiant smile,
"Thank you for saying that to me."
She pressed something into my hand.
It was a child's book of prayers.
"You take this," she said, "Say
a prayer for my Davie. He's been praying
for me to come home, to be his Mommy, again."
We cried together and I left carrying
her sorrow in my heart, holding
a little boy's prayer book in my hands.
Lily never sat on that corner, again.
And, I've often wondered if she ever
found her way back home to Davie...
had become the answer to his prayers.
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