Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A child's prayer

Please, please give me grace
because I always have the hardest time saying grace
at the table when it's my turn to do it.
And please make my mommy gain weight –
she is too thin,
and that, says grandma,
explains her evil moods.
And please no more dreams of jitter bugs
at night.
They gross me out.

– Leonard "Umpteen Years Younger" Blumfeld

Written to involve grace, jitter and thin from 3WW.

12 comments:

jaerose said...

That uneasy mix of jitterbugs and a 'thin' mummy really captures how you think when you're little..great piece..jae

Rinkly Rimes said...

A clever idea, to weave it all into a prayer.

Ron. said...

Very cool use of words. Definitely a child's voice, wishes. Jitter bugs ARE icky.

Kim Nelson said...

this just cracked me up!

Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within said...

Sheilagh Lee:said you really tapped it to your younger self with this poem. It is just what a young child would pray. It made me a laugh.

VL Sheridan said...

I think this little one is all ready blessed with a grace beyond their years. Great use of the words.

Christine said...

I hate the jitter bugs, especially at night.

Andy Sewina said...

Cool, you make me feel young too!

oldegg said...

What infinite and beautiful sadness there is in this recapturing of a child's view of the world.

rmpWriting said...

lovely use of the words...
sadness echoes in the your words

beespoetry said...

Well done

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

heart felt words.
well penned.

welcome sharing a free verse with us.
you rock.
bless your soaring talent.