Now I lay me down to sleep…except for, I am still awake.
Awake thinking of the many things I meant to do, but couldn’t get done today.
Awake thinking of the things I said that I second guess—
In my mind, I go over these conversations with my child and wonder if something could have been said differently or if perhaps, there was something I might have missed in her words.
Or if perhaps, my strong love came through with each sentence, word and syllable
As she lays down to sleep,
I pray she doesn’t feel the difference between us and “them:”
As we walk our neighborhood on crisp days, she points to houses and says, “I want us to have our own home.”
As she lays down to sleep,
I hope she knows how amazing, creative, smart, strong and bright her light already is.
I sit and hope.
Hope that each day in every way,
my child knows I love her.
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Amen,
Laura