A Mother's Prayer

The boy watched her pray more times than he could remember. He often peaked from the doorway of her bedroom as she knelt carefully, the proud woman's head bowed in childlike submission to Someone he could not see. Her hardworking hands tightly clenched together as she whispered the desperate longing of her heart between periods of silence and muffled weeping. The tears she meant for no one else to see were evidence to the young boy. Evidence that even a fearless mother leans on something greater than herself.

Bh