Shannon Goodson Poet I do not know?

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

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