Dear God

by Doretta Mills
(Kentucky)

Dear God,
Do you have a minute or two?
I have had a rally bad day and
need to talk to you.
After searcing in five different stores
For a left-handed t-ball glove
(what a grandparent won't do for love?)
I brought it home so the kids could play.
But I should have known from the start of my day
An accident was bound to happen
When two of the kids grabbed a bat and ran to play.

With the sound of breaking glass and a cry of surprise
I ran to the kitchen and couldn't believe my eyes--
My oven door was in a million pieces,
My face, I could feel, began to make creases.
I asked who had done such a dreadful thing.
Words of accusations the kids then began to fling.
"I didn't do it," the kids all cried and
I knew it would be a problem to hear the true side.
Then fingers began to point to each other in turn,
It became ever more difficult for me the truth to learn.
I calmly and quietly asked again
"Who swung the bat and caved the oven door in?"
From eyes tears then began to fall and
I finally began to learn it all.
"I didn't do it" had done such a deed.
But guilt on three faces gave me what I did need.
So with broom and dustpan I cleaned the mess
Then went to my room for a much needed rest.

This actually happened.