Oh, how I love your bedtime prayers-
Never the same.
Sometimes for doors and lights and fans
(and anything you can see from where you are).
Other times big, grown up things
(like friends in need or things that bother you).
So utterly you.
I love how you pull me close-
With my head on your chest
And your arms wrapped around my neck.
I can feel your breaths.
I can hear your heart.
And, for now at least, I am privy to the sounds your soul.