She’s praying for a miracle
Or maybe two
And the light in her eyes has grown dark
Speaking poetry and humming, she washes my hair
The hours are long, her faith is waning
So she talks babies and better days
While the water runs warm and redeeming
She’s praying for a miracle
Or maybe two
And the light in her eyes has grown dark
Speaking poetry and humming, she washes my hair
The hours are long, her faith is waning
So she talks babies and better days
While the water runs warm and redeeming
Good poem
Sent from my iPhone
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