learning to pray

learning to pray

from those younger


I learned how to pray




from you, my child

holding a prayer book that nani gave you when you decided to be a voyager

feeling the prayer beads, specially the two broken beads

making your own grace memento’s on rushed days

pausing to offer thanks for careless moments of  friendship

letting tears flow full force into streaming rivers

finding packets of hidden blessings under pillows

bringing in the intimate courage recalled from family chants

gathering strength into bundles on your lap


learning to pray

from those younger

bead by bead by bead

may you never be short of rosaries and prayer books, my child



Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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