Will God Answer?
Tears streaming down the eight year old girl’s face
Like a river flowing steadily
As she stared out the dirty bedroom window
Looking up toward Heaven,
“Hello God, it’s me!
You’re my last hope.
You see, I don’t have anymore friends left.
The kids’ mommies and daddies don’t want them
Around me anymore because of my mommy.
She does this thing called dope
And now I’m nothing to her.
Her dope is before me.
I told her to stop
But she won’t listen to me.
Oh, God, I just want my mommy back.
I want us to be close
Like a mother-daughter should be.
I want my mommy to be there for me,
To give me advice,
To help me with my school problems.
I want my mommy to comb and do my hair
Then she would tell me to look in the mirror
And smile and say with a big grin,
“Wow, my baby, you look so pretty!”
I want my mommy to sing me to sleep
Or tell me bedtime stories.
I want my mommy to take me to the park
So she can push me on the swing
Or watch me go down the slide.
I want us to laugh together
At silly jokes.
I want her to teach me about life
Like how to clean house, about working,
How to cook
And how to survive in this world.
I want her to be there for me
When I grow up, when I become
A teenager, when I get my
And he breaks my heart for the first time,
When I go to my first school dance,
When I graduate from high school,
When I get my first job,
When it’s time to go to college or not.
God, tell me, so is this too much to ask?
God, when I meet my dream man
We fall in love, get married
And have a baby
And my daughter becomes eight years old,
She wants a grandmother and her love
Like I want my mommy’s love.
I just want my mommy to hug me
And say, “I love you and I’m proud of you, my baby.”
So I can be proud of my mommy, too.
Just like I want my future eight year old daughter
To say about her grandma, too.
So tell me, God, is this too much to ask?
(C) By Noreen Ann Jenkins (Noreen Snyder)