"Mom, I'm afraid something is going to happen to me."
"Like what?"
"I don't know."I hold him close and whisper,
"You must believe that I love you more than anything in this whole world."I walk him to his room, tuck him in and rub his back.
"You don't have to stay."
"I want to."
Sleep falls quickly upon him.My hands firmly upon his shoulders,
I raise my head and empty tears of inadequacy and joy.
The moment is prayer.I walk to the window.
My warm breath frosts the glass.
The Spirit is within.
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