The Daily Dread

Yesterday

grinning ear to ear
signalling another night
of special mischief 




takes reflected light
on my retina to draw you
in my memory 

yet my most cherished
recollections of you were
played out in the dark



media cover 
of louts constant twittering
has zero value



A distant memory
When I was very young
At bedtime my mother and I
Would kneel at my bedside
We would say a nightly prayer
It went like this:

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Should I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Nice little sediment.
Face to face with my mortality
On a nightly basis before dreamland.
From two to maybe seven
Don't recall when it began
Don't recall when it ended
Wonder why I was a shy kid
With the Grim Reaper
Always hovering near
Sweet dreams Petey.

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