A Sunday Conversation

I woke up today and realized how much I missed her voice, it being Sunday and all,
Ever since I left, we talked almost every Sunday, even if we had done so every day the past week so i had to give her a call,
I would call to the sound of my redeemer lives and she would pick up with an enthusiastic “hallo”,
I would politely ask for Mrs. O-A in a disguised voice, introducing myself as a variation of John Doe,
Sounding perplexed she would ask as politely and distinguished as possible what I might want with her,
And I would break into a laugh and she would call me foolish, and I would make fun of her for being posh,
I don’t know how many times I was told she must have gotten somebody else’s child because I wasn’t alright, and I would remind her that she was quite crazy herself,
How is my sweetheart doing? The answer invariably along the lines of holding on in prayer.
I always prayed her day started off with church, because that meant she was a little stronger.
Today I am telling her, there is a new girl and I know its going to be followed by stereotypical talk, just like she did when I told her about all the others and then she will tell me she really thinks she is a nice girl and all that matters is that she is God fearing.
I ask how she is really feeling and she tells me its hard, she is tired but she is praying.
Its one day at a time but the big man upstairs has his plan,
so I tell her I am praying with her as much as I can.
Didn’t matter if it was one of the harder days, I always heard a smile,
And I miss it cause the truth is I haven’t seen it in a while.
She says she needs to rest, so I tell I love her and she tells me she loves me too.
She rolls it into a prayer and reminds me to keep praying as she does on the phone,
And so I kept on praying, but now it feels like I am doing it alone.
And then I think of her smile and I came to a realization,
she might not be here with me, But she will always, always be praying with me.
So today’s prayer, will be what we have always had….. a Sunday Conversation.