Stories Told

Give us today our daily bread Are words from a prayer we’ve said Now I lay me down to sleep And pray our Lord our souls we keep Never rest your head on an angry word Is something that your mother heard It is not goodbye it's see you soon Bad luck is to come when you see a full moon These are tales that have been passed down Just like your little christening gown You know you have at least said one Just think about it I found it fun Who thought them first and paper found I know my mother passed them down So each and every thing we say Just might be passed down one day Children's ears will tell the tale So tell them stories and tell them well For some day soon your words you will hear Come from someone you hold so dear