Innocence of a Child’s Prayer
There is a small boy
Who knelt down by his bed to pray one night.
This is what he said:
I know you are used to hearing grownup’s prayers.
I am little, but could you, maybe, hear my prayers tonight?
My grandpa is sick and has something I can’t say,
And he doesn’t feel like playing with me anymore.
I never had a daddy,
And Mama said he did not want me.
Jesus, why would he not want me?
I don’t think I did anything wrong.
My mama works at night at the diner
While I stay home by myself.
I am scared, so I make a tent in my room to hide.
I have a flashlight, too.
I wonder why other kids in school make fun of me.
Billy said I was a welfare kid.
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