A Child's Prayer

Clutched tight to my chest, the doll smiles lifelessly sending vacant stares down the darkened hall. A solitary line of pink light sneaks through a crack in the door. Fighting tears hanging loosely in my eyes, I listen. “Please tell daddy that I love him and miss him.” It has been two months since he died. Long, hard months. “Keep him safe.” His smell still lingers on his clothes in the closet. “and bless mommy to be happy…” How can I be happy, or even smile, when all I want is to be numb? The tears burn in my eyes, but I can’t cry, or I might never stop. “so that she will play with me like she used to” I can scarcely recall the last time I was able to focus; to give her all my attention. “help her to forgive me,” Oh sweet baby, it’s I who needs your forgiveness. “help her to love me again, even though sometimes I’m bad” Oh God, is that what she thinks!? “and please help me to find dolly so she won’t be scared tonight” Ok, focus…just breathe. “in Jesus name I pray, Amen.” Clutched tight to my chest, the doll smiles lifelessly sending vacant stares into the room lit by a solitary pink lamp. I sneak through the door, with tears rolling down my cheeks, and enter with a promise, that all her prayers will get answered. 05/31/15 Submission for Prayertime Memories Hosted by Isaiah Zerbst