For Alex’s Mom: A Prayer of Grief


I pray the sun warm the earth where they lay my boy today

Clouds, please hold your tears, I have enough for us

Wind, blow softly on the too-green grass

Like you once blew on his ruddy cheeks as he played in the creek

Stong and young and fearless

Do not be harsh like the blunt end

I’ve worked and labored to provide bread for us

Money in the bank and clothes on our backs

I watched him grow tall and beautiful in your eyes

His hands loving the earth

His mind fine and quick

His heart shy and soft

But now his time is gone

The shadows fall and I must leave him

With the others so silent

Sun warm the earth where I lay my boy today