Please God Poem by Barry Middleton

Please God, can you just put me through?
I'd like to talk to Mom.

I know she's up there somewhere near.
She helps to keep me calm.

And I don't know what she might say,
but if I can connect,

then I will go along my way,
but make this call collect.

I know she would not mind a bit,
she always took my calls.

She listened to my tales of woe
each time I took my falls.

I'm in a lot of trouble now,
don't want to bother You.

But if you just hand her the phone,
she'll tell me what to do.

Please God, can you just put me through?
I'd like to talk to Mom.

I know she's up there somewhere near,
she helps to keep me calm.