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Mommy, if I make up my bed Which consist of old Sunday newspapers Could I have, can I have a slice of bread And if I sweep the floors with my bare feet I'm so hungry mommy can I have some water wit my bread OH, OH Now the only valuables procession mama has. . . is a tatter old worn ragged missing pages Gideon bible Some mission pastor gave to her some time ago And mama would PRAY at least 7 times a day Mama would read to me, read the word to me, read the B I B L E the bible, she'd read the bible to me Now mama was kinda' sickly And mama wouldn't go to the doctors cause she didn't money for it mama was pale and thin cause we didn't have enough food to eat or share We wore tattered clothes She would read the word the bible sit me down on card board boxes And recite verses and passages From St. Luke, St. Mark and St. John Now I couldn't tell her That I loved her out loud because she just to proud And I never saw her crying, although I thought I heard her in my dreams She would hide away as to say she was embarrassed By the way we are, the way we lived She was praying She prayed She was praying Whispering to J E S U S " OH, my Lord Jesus Father, Lord God take me away so that my child could be far better than this" She cries out........ "Father won't you please JUST TAKE ME, Take me Bring HOME TO HEAVEN, Take me out of my misery" ,she says For we were in poverty, have no jobs, husband/daddy, welfare or immediate families This must be my destiny, to live and die in gross poverty Mama would only get a small check from back child support, (some check, were the dad at) And the three strangest thing mama would do wit that little monies Were faithfully pay her titles first to the mission church Second, pay on this life insurance policy, (guess when she'd die ALL THIS MONEY WOULD Belong TO ME Third, that what was left buy some food with it??? Living in and out and around this mission Barely had this roof over our heads Sharing bread and meals Here, were some other children had it as bad as me We'd play outside by the sewers in the alleys They were my play cousins, boy did I love them. . . Other than mom they were the only family closed that I had-have... And every night before I close my eyes Every night before I go to sleep I to do pray.. I say "Dear God I'm a child and I love you. I hope your well, I'm fine could you come and talk to me dear God I'm a child I am a hungry poor child one of your hungry poor souls. I am a lamb from your shepherd please Father come help us. Just me and mom and were hungry I we love you, your so ever true Now if you got a moment just a moment could you heal her and give us just a little more food. Thank you Father in advance for blessing us I love you and I know that you me and mom too. This my request save us, heal my mama deliver us from this desert, this valley I wanna worship evermore heal us, bless us from head to toe Guess my prayers to long better stop now, my mother snoring So this is my prayer to you God, been hurting a while This is from the hungry poor child Written by James Edward Lee Sr. August 2 2017 from the anthology "REALLY"
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