Yesterday was one of those days where I wish I could stay in bed forever. I guess I was still in vacation mode, and since I had so much on my plate at work I knew staying away from the office was surely not an option. So I lazed around until the time neared my office hours. Just as I was about to enter the shower I witness what I would consider the most heart-warming event of my life. My mom is experiencing excruciating arthritic pains in her feet and the complaints seem never ending, Sometimes I wish I could wave a magic wand to offer some relief, but my little nephew Evan brought tears to my eyes after I witness what he did. How would Evan know that magic couldn’t do it, I will never know. Evan is only four years old and like every four-year-old child his age finds joy in playing with toys and giving trouble and being a boy of his age. Today I decided to blog in poetry for Evan surely touched my heart and made me so proud of him that I have to believe now if I did that all is not lost with our youth. I had a renewed energy now for work and all during the day I kept remembering how adult he was at Mamas feet offering his little prayer.
At Mama’s Feet
I wish you were around today
To hear my little nephew pray
Jumped from his bed and took a seat
On the floor at Mama’s feet.
With tiny hands he placed his palms
As he began his little Psalm
“Heavenly father, thank you for Mama’s feet”
“Don’t let them hurt”, he repeats
In Jesus name Amen, he closed
Up from his feet he later rose.
With outstretched hands to my embrace
Wish you could see my Mama’s face
Full of Joy and pride it showed
He’s touched her heart with his kind words.
Thank you little Evan, my Mama said
Alls not lost with our youth today
Encouraging words I hear her say
My grandson don’t you ever forget to pray.
I beamed with pride, my heart overjoyed
I thought he only knew of toys
Though only four, but with such charm
I pray God keep him safe from harm.
Much Love
Chet*
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