Before you read, this piece surprisingly won me my first poetry slam, against tough competition.

A Mother's Prayer — Her never-ending working hands come together as one To look up to the sky only to see gray clouds That opens to poor cold rain down on earth Soaking a waitress's dress, that washes away her nametag Standing in front of a poor home of long pain Closes the tired eyes, and prays My life is a road that has been walked and driven over, for many years Leaving on the tracks behind, for me to walk through No yellow paint strip, only pain that has no color Of life to express my way of life Feeding her kids with one spoon, and a fork Cooking off a trash top can, never saw a silver spoon Only plastic and foam cups, coming home to an unlit home Dealing with two candles, one is from one window The moon shines through, to help see the wood floor Her wooden knees have splinters, open wounds that came from the maid cleaning Second light, are the headlights That ride past providing her to read her bible A small mouth cries out, mothers wakeup call When the rain rushes from the sky, right onto her face Through the hole in the roof, a pot is there to collect Use for a bath for all of her family to wash their backs Is this prayer not enough for hope or a fresh start New beginning, I’m praying to you in my own tears That can fill a bucket for an animal to drink The open tired eyes, separate to see the world she faces Turns around to a home, seeing her children cry from a distance Only to say, wipe the little tears and pray A heartfelt message told in a mother's prayer

By: Bearoshi