A Mother’s Answered Prayer

Answered prayer …

The Fire

 

It begs to be played with, this fire before her.

Taunting flames devouring that which it touches.

As it is stirred, enchanting sparks rain

a wondrous display of fireworks.

The heat emerges like a raging lion, searing those in its path.

It is mesmerizing, hypnotic, such as the flashback of that night;

forever burnt into the recesses of her mind.

This fire, like her memories, are begging to be fueled.

A victim is spotted among the embers.

It is an onion.

She watches it in awe.

Hungry flames lick the onion skin to a charcoal blackness.

It is desparate.

It wants more.

She watches the brilliant display of colors.

It reminds her of a story from long ago…

Moses and the burning bush.

God had spoken to him that day, via a bush.

God had spoken to her, too, in answered prayer.

She stirred the fire before her,

giving way to the memories of that night…

It began with a siren.

One that announces help is needed.

She laid in bed, whispering a prayer.

A sickening dread enveloped her.

Someone somewhere was hurt.

It was a moment every parent dreads.

She prayed for the families of the loved one.

She prayed for her own grown children.

As her prayer ended, the phone rang.

Her heart stopped.

Could it be?

She had been plagued for weeks worrying about her offspring.

Each time the siren blared…

She would phone them, fear gripping her heart.

It was to reassure herself they were okay.

Trust in the Lord for He is the protector.

The phone rang again, its shrill piercing through her.

She dreaded to pick it up but knew she must.

The fire before her became distorted by a tear.

It threatened to fall.

Her memories engulfed her.

As sparks became cooling ash, they danced around her.

One mingled with the tear.

Her mind shifted back to that terrible night.

“Hello,” she gingerly spoke.

Her daughter’s voice cracked with the tearful words,

“Mom, I was just in a car wreck.”

A cold wind washed over her body.

Goosebumps popped up.

Beads of sweat transpired.

She held her breath but for a moment.

Her daughter spoke up again, reassuringly.

“I’m okay. I just wanted to call you, before someone else did.”

Relief washed over her, like a cool bucket of water.

The Lord had been watching her loved one tonight.

That knowledge doused her flames of fear.

It was an answered prayer.

Her daughter flooded her with the details.

The car had rolled three times, before resting on its top.

It was totaled…

Both teens were merely scratched and bruised.

“I thank, God, that I am alive.” her daughter told her before adding,

“It could have been worse.”

She vaguely remembers hanging up the phone.

She had whispered a prayer of thanks to the Creator above,

watching over His children below.

Life, too often, is taken for granted.

It was like the fire before her.

It burned with passions and desires.

Unexpectedly it could be snuffed out in a moments notice.

Warm, strong arms engulfed her in a hug,

snatching her from her memories.

It was her son.

“Don’t worry so much, Mom.”

Giving her another loving embrace, he said,

“The Lord is always there.”

©2017 Tammy Kennedy

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Tammy Poague

Tammy Poague (TLPoague) is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She can often be found baking, gardening, writing, canning, crafting, or reading a book. She loves spending time with family and friends.
Life is rarely boring in her household. There can often be found a dash of craziness, splash of chaos, and a pound of love.
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Tammy Poague (TLPoague) is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She can often be found baking, gardening, writing, canning, crafting, or reading a book. She loves spending time with family and friends. Life is rarely boring in her household. There can often be found a dash of craziness, splash of chaos, and a pound of love.

12 thoughts on “A Mother’s Answered Prayer

    • November 10, 2017 at 3:46 PM
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      Thanks Phyllis,
      I am grateful for the help you gave me, too. It feels nice to be able to put the “pen to paper” again.

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  • November 10, 2017 at 6:06 PM
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    Wonderful piece – I was there; feeling the fear, the concern, and the relief. You’ve done a masterful job of telling a tale of faith with this piece.

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    • November 10, 2017 at 7:40 PM
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      Thanks RJ,
      It is based on a true story. I wanted to keep it more as a free verse poem. It was a bit of a challenge to share my faith without coming across as “preachy” or repetitive. I am glad that it worked out and people enjoy reading it.
      Thanks again for your kind words.

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  • November 12, 2017 at 12:16 AM
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    Nicely and evocatively penned Tammy, of a mothers worries and fears for her children placated by faith. Well done.

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    • November 15, 2017 at 11:36 AM
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      Thanks Tony,
      I have always had a faith in God and believed in the power of prayer. I find that it often makes its way into my writing. I think at one point in their life, every parent copes with this fear. It’s finding a way to put it into words that is a challenge.
      Glad you liked it.

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  • November 12, 2017 at 9:48 AM
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    Very nicely penned Tammy, makes me miss my mother who died in 1997…

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    • November 15, 2017 at 11:38 AM
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      Thanks Kurt,
      So sorry to hear about the loss of your mother. I lost mine a few months ago. We often would talk about what it was like to worry about our children. No matter the age, it will never go away.
      I am glad you enjoyed the poem.

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  • May 26, 2018 at 10:45 AM
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    Such intensity, depth and pictures drawn so very well!

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  • May 26, 2018 at 12:43 PM
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    Thanks Donald, I haven’t played around with poetry much and was surprised at how well this one turned out.

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