The Wondrous Wonderland

My prayer is not to sit and stare
At flickering images
Of snow covered trees
But rather to write a poem
Of the lane leading away
Down to the church
With memories there -

"Daddy if you can
Will you take my hand?
With Molly, Peggy and Sue-
The dollies Mommy gave me
To see if we can find the way
To wonderland
Where Mommy waits for me".

"O my beautiful little child
What can I say to you?
Who cares so much?
For where Mommy is today".

"It’s not your fault
That Mommy went away to wonderland
Without saying goodbye to you.
She was very ill and didn’t want to upset you
So God called her to come and visit him
And you can stay to look after me".

"Daddy will you hold my hand
And let us say a prayer today,
That one day
We will be together again".

Now can you see what this means to me
My child teaching me
How to be free-In her world of fantasy-
The wondrous wonderland