Prayer is a child yelling for mom
In the middle of the night
To whisper the nightmares away.
Prayer is calling old dad
When your world falls apart
And there’s nowhere left to turn
But nightmares haunt
And dad can only listen
While he does that weird Valsalva grunt.
Instead of finding the words to say.
But it’s good to kneel and pray.
To imagine your parents
Happy again, somewhere, far far away.