The Little One I See

He sits in front  of me:

I can see his little jacket and black hair.

He stands on the bench and flips the Misal pages. He gives his mum the printed  version of the Creed at the right time.

He is quite and well behaved.

He kneels with his mum and hugs her spontaneously.



Almost at the end comes my favourite part:

He holds hands with his mum and dad and they all pray the Our Father.

When I watch them pray I feel so much joy, so much happiness that sometimes I want to cry.

Today I learned their names, and today I prayed for them.


About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read ( I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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