The Meadow Literary and Art Journal 2011

A Wife’s Prayer by Kimberly Thompson Lord I plead of thee to never forget the way his icy blue eyes glisten like azure gems buried in snow when the light hit them perfectly. Or the way his calves looked like Michelangelo sculpted them himself. Lord may I never forget the way he whispered caresses into the nape of my neck while I washed the dishes. Or the way his clothes had the lingering smell of fresh amber with faint hints of lavender and coffee. Or the way he ended every phone call with I love you. May I never forget the way the lines in his face softened when I entered the room or the way he promised to be the best father ever when our son was born. And when I instill values in our son like “a man is nothing without his word” and “undying loyalty to your family and friends is imperative” I’ll be reminded of him. And when I’m between the worlds of sleep and reality lying in our bed, for one brief moment I feel his arms wrap around me and it’s like he’s not even gone. theMeadow 117

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