I awoke this morning with a prayer on my lips.
Perhaps that may not seem strange to you,
But it is for me who almost never prays.
Yesterday I left my daughter standing by herself
On a station platform in a far away city,
On a brand new job with a brand new boss,
Where all of her co-workers would be strangers.
As the train slowly pulled away to disappear,
Her cheery smile and airy good-bye wave
Somehow could not erase my feeling
That those lips were trembling,
The eyes were struggling to hold back her tears.
Alone, no friends, no family members near.
Even the telephone in that bare bones apartment
Had not been connected to act as a lifeline.
No longer will she be able to confide
In her mother nightly, or see her on the weekends
To go shopping or just for conversation.
They had always been so inseparable.
Now, perhaps, you may have some idea
Of why I awoke this morning with that prayer.
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