The Wonder of Her - A Poem by; Karen O'Connor

The Wonder of Her

As my three year old daughter drifts to sleep, I grasp her tiny
hand and can't help but weep at the thought of her someday
making her own way in this relentless world...thus I pray.

Lord...

That her ears might only hear precious, loving words...

And that her nose attracts only the aromas
Found in the sweet warm smells.

Lord, that her eyes may never witness a cruel act,
Let her see through others' imperfections-
Appreciating only the beauty within.

Lord, I pray that her tiny hand will never
Hold the hand of a deceiver...

May no one ever touch her angelic face in anger.

I pray that her innocent lips eventually kiss those of a
Man of God-whose heart brims with love for her.

And Lord, finally, I pray that her loving arms
May one day hold another-who, like I,

Can't help but cry-

with joy...

At the wonder of her.

Karen O'Connor
Kaorose@cs.com