Dear God,
Mommy's hands are very large
and mine are very small.
The things that Mommy's hands can do
mine can't do at all.
She says when I grow up, though,
my hands will grow with me
then I can do what Mommy does.
Dear God,
grow me, please?
C.J. Heck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mommy-s-hands-children-s-prayer/