on rare occasions she fell to her knees
I gave birth to peace and named her chance
raised her sheltered from the realities
of a desperate world
coming of age she traveled abroad
fell in love with mercenary work
promising to end man’s repeated mistakes
and reverse the cycle of madness
she circled the globe to feed the hungry
and comfort the orphaned
mending open wounds from strangers
protecting their own unresolved pasts
on rare occasions she fell to her knees
and cursed me for her failures
the pain in her prayers piercing my arm
reminding me
just how much I miss her
november two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
I have to say when I read the title I was revved up for something quite different!.
Heavy one there too!
Yes, I have to agree the title is a bit misleading! Thanks for the comment, though, Tom!
The opening line is just stellar… this has to be one of your best.
Thank you, Björn – greatly appreciate your kind comment.
The opening line is a poem all to itself – lovely write, my friend.
Thank you so much, dear friend.