When I have trouble sleeping,
It’s comforting to know that there are
grown women out there who feel as small as little girls;
who feel how I’m feeling.
In moments like these, I long for my mother’s arms.
The other night I thought of you.
I stayed up wishing I had the strength to
push my fears aside and put my mind to rest,
if only for a few hours.
But those fears, they’re big and tall and mean and… they make me feel so small, momma
I should not be losing a wink of sleep over life’s troubles.
You’ve taught me about the troubles: they will always be there;
But momma when you were like me,
with nothing but a heartbeat and a dream,
did you worry too?
Were you terrified too?
I’m certain you were much better than this;
you were brave and strong with
the force of the seven seas in your grasp and under your wings.
When I have trouble sleeping and fearful tears cloud my judgment,
I should never forget that you are somewhere praying for me; willing me to press on.
I have no strength to be like you.
But I hear your prayers whisper lullabies.
so I’ll sleep even with the struggle, momma
I’ll do it for you.