Dear God, <br />Mommy's hands are very large <br />and mine are very small. <br />The things that Mommy's hands can do <br />mine can't do at all. <br /> <br />She says when I grow up, though, <br />my hands will grow with me <br />then I can do what Mommy does. <br />Dear God, <br />grow me, please?<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mommy-s-hands-children-s-prayer/
