He says the working man’s morning prayer
“Am I happy
What is the meaning of my labor
Am I a good Dad
A good partner”
Crouched in the damp doorway
Cigarette cradled with such perfect gentleness, like he’s holding onto his final hope
He says his prayers again
“Am I happy
What is the meaning of my labor
Am I a good Dad
A good partner”
The morning breaks, another day without sunshine
Gets into the car, cracked lips too tough for Chapstick
Another day, another yard, working hard, he prays
For sunshine and his little baby
“be alright, just be alright.”
Copyright John de Gruyther 2019
