I’m squirming in bed
I’m trying to sleep,
I’ve tried doing yoga
And I’ve counted those sheep.
Something keeps nagging,
I know I’ve forgot
Something, oh something
I must do a lot.
And then I remember,
And hop out of bed,
I kneel at my bedside
And I bow my head.
“Oh, Father” I start
“I’m so very sorry!
I almost forgot,
Just like aunty Lurie!
“Who one night,
As mom and dad say,
She died in her sleep!
She forgot to pray…”
I begin with my thanks,
But have so much fun,
I decide that I’ll list
Every last one!
“Thank you so much
For my mom and dad!
They love me, I know,
Even when they are mad.
“Thanks for my sisters,
Who tolerate teasing.
For my grandma and pa
Who have awful loud sneezing!
“My husband, Nathanael,
Is so fun and great!
These are the people
I could never hate!
“My safety I feel
Wherever I go!
For my religion
And beautiful snow…”
I run out of ideas,
So silently peeking,
I open my eyes
To help out with my thinking!
“For my computer
That hums me to sleep,
And wakes me up
When I’m out so deep.”
Soon I am hearing
The clock in the corner
Chiming its rhythm,
“It’s four and a quarter!”
I prayed through the night
And into the morn,
I hear my dad chewing
His way through our popcorn.
So as I get near
To ending my prayer
I say “Thank you, Lord,
You’ve always been there.”
—Christine Stone Mooth
