A Mother Prayer

On their bicycles wheels raised in front.
Praying to God they survive their stunt.
I close my eyes and hold my breath.
Knowing in my heart I'm scared to death.
With blood on their pants, to what degree.
I wash it away to find a scraped knee.
God gave me my boys and I'll never complain.
Music to my ears when they call my name.
Growing older and truly kind.
I ask God are these boys mine?
He says with a smile, looking down on me.
Of coarse they are.
Who eyes would they be?
Proud of my boys in every way.
Keep them safe is all I pray.

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