The Prayer of the Distraught
My baby was beautiful, Just like his father, thank the Lord he was safe. The mid-wife scowled and practically dropped him into my arms, but I was to tired to be angry. I knew why the mid-wife hated my baby already. He was black, and I was Irish.
I smiled sadly, but the smile was only the triumph of bearing the son of the greatest man I ever knew. He was not my husband, but I was not ashamed, just sad. I nursed my baby in silence. I started to cry when I looked at him, so like his father, so like his father. I wouldn't have named him after his father, but that's only if his father had lived. I would name him after my love, Patrick, that sounded lovely, it fit the baby perfectly.
"Dear God," I prayed, feeling weak and angry and sad, "Take my baby away from me when he is ready. Take him to where he'll be loved, by many, not just me. Those I know, that only look, but do see, they will not know what it is to look in his eyes and see a heart of a young boy, not just the color of the skin around those eyes. I may be undone by this one prayer, but I beg you, just the same, I beg you to take him, but only when he is ready, Lord, only when he is ready."
I then sat up a bit in my bed and kissed my Patrick on the head. "Now, my dear, I only have but a short time to love you, I will make the most of it." and I sang my first lullabye to my baby, the son that I would never really have.
Like Hannah, who gave her first child,
I pray that you would grow
in wisdom, and in favor
With love I seal this song
That you will always love me
Know not to come back to me
Only take the road you have before you
God will lead you to me
when he wants to
You will come when it's time
You will come when it's time
My love, my only, my son
"Boots!"
Boots woke up quickly to the shout, only to see Kloppman standing in the bunk-room shouting for everyone to get to the distribution center. He wished with all his might that he could keep dreaming.
"Hey, Boots, wassa mattah?" Snipeshooter asked in the washroom.
"Nuttin', it's just a dream." Boots muttered, "Just a dream."
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That was just a short thing that came to me when I wasn't paying attention in spanish class, there will only be more chapters if I get requests to write them.
Please Read and Review! Thank you!
My baby was beautiful, Just like his father, thank the Lord he was safe. The mid-wife scowled and practically dropped him into my arms, but I was to tired to be angry. I knew why the mid-wife hated my baby already. He was black, and I was Irish.
I smiled sadly, but the smile was only the triumph of bearing the son of the greatest man I ever knew. He was not my husband, but I was not ashamed, just sad. I nursed my baby in silence. I started to cry when I looked at him, so like his father, so like his father. I wouldn't have named him after his father, but that's only if his father had lived. I would name him after my love, Patrick, that sounded lovely, it fit the baby perfectly.
"Dear God," I prayed, feeling weak and angry and sad, "Take my baby away from me when he is ready. Take him to where he'll be loved, by many, not just me. Those I know, that only look, but do see, they will not know what it is to look in his eyes and see a heart of a young boy, not just the color of the skin around those eyes. I may be undone by this one prayer, but I beg you, just the same, I beg you to take him, but only when he is ready, Lord, only when he is ready."
I then sat up a bit in my bed and kissed my Patrick on the head. "Now, my dear, I only have but a short time to love you, I will make the most of it." and I sang my first lullabye to my baby, the son that I would never really have.
Like Hannah, who gave her first child,
I pray that you would grow
in wisdom, and in favor
With love I seal this song
That you will always love me
Know not to come back to me
Only take the road you have before you
God will lead you to me
when he wants to
You will come when it's time
You will come when it's time
My love, my only, my son
"Boots!"
Boots woke up quickly to the shout, only to see Kloppman standing in the bunk-room shouting for everyone to get to the distribution center. He wished with all his might that he could keep dreaming.
"Hey, Boots, wassa mattah?" Snipeshooter asked in the washroom.
"Nuttin', it's just a dream." Boots muttered, "Just a dream."
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That was just a short thing that came to me when I wasn't paying attention in spanish class, there will only be more chapters if I get requests to write them.
Please Read and Review! Thank you!