Rainbows and butterflies

My family used to do bedtime prayers

Piled onto my dads lap with

Heads bowed, eyes peaked open

Ended with an amen and a tickle fight

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Giggles fit for a family

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He’d pray we’d have good dreams

Of rainbows and butterflies

Of puppy dogs and kitty cats

Maybe one day I’ll write about those

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But right now when I close my eyes

All I can see are the nightmares

-s.g.

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