You prayed it when you were
little kneeling on the hardwood floor you had remove the throw rug.
Yes
And after you prayed and returned
the rug you’d call your parents.
Yes
Tell them you’d prayed and were
ready to go to sleep.
Yes
Thinking perhaps . . . no . thinking you may die in your sleep.
Yes
Because you knew what death was, who I am, because your parents decided you needed to know, to know that every
human beings dies.
Yes
The wakes and funerals you attended when your aunts and uncles wouldn't bring their children.
The prayer. How does it go do you
remember? You haven’t recited it since you were little.
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep if I die
before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take
For the lord I do not believe
Yes.
For my soul I havent one
Yes
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