Love Poem: If Your Prayer Is Poetry
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Written by: Andrew Crisci

If Your Prayer Is Poetry

Child, pay close attention to what 
I am going to say
to make you aware of a heavenly sight,
" The bell that you hear tinkles
with a joyful melody...
as if it were sung by invisible angels. "

Years have passed
like your springs of joyless days,
nights are even colder
and much longer than they should;
and if your prayer is poetry,
it's because the sincere words
come from the mouth of God
to draw you closer to your mother!

Her hand still holds yours
until you'll be together
and take a walk among stars,
floating with the whitest clouds...
see your reflection in those eyes 
radiating with cheer!

Can a mother forget her child
missing her touch more than 
a goodnight tender kiss on his cheek?
Who is willing to hush him to sleep...
if not the gentle and tepid wind bringing in
the aroma of roses she adored?

If your prayer is poetry,
it's because of the tenderness you feel and express
for her, but it's not enough to end your sadness;
children shouldn't feel any pain,
their lives are too precious and beautiful 
to be lost in the images they see in their moments
of unwanted solitude and rejected frustration.
No memory fervently loved can 
be easily erased as a worthless day;
it has more awareness through its rendition!

Mothers can speak, whisper or shout
their words, but they are always heard entering
the depths of their child's attentive heart;
and before you can understand them and take
their meaning to heart: you must grow up believing
that they are your guide on uncertain days seeming
too overwhelming and intricate to outlive a gloomy night!

This is a reminder when your youth turns into adulthood:
think and act in ways men do, don't regret what could have been,
strive, try harder, knock down walls and you'll definitely thrive;
what she taught you is as invaluable as the wisdom engrained 
in you to make all roads smooth and safe to travel upon...
when many are reckless and end up losing their life!

Has fate desolated you from the wonderful world
seen with wondrous eyes, but not with keenness and lucidity?
Have all friends deserted you, not appreciated your values
held so dearly in your conviction and irrepressible ardor? 
Move on and show them all how life has crowned you with glory,
has any of them reached a height that merits acknowledgment and honor?

If your prayer is poetry, it's because
you have loved the dearest mother of all,
that one who looked after you even in death...
that one who smiled and gave you the incentive
and the intense desire to make her live 
through you, not letting you chase after wealth,
or untrue loves that stripped you of fidelity,
of all that you sought fending off adversity!
If your prayer is poetry, it's because
you are convinced that words
without affection mean less 
than an unexpressed thought...
if declared with a mind that is at fault!