Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take. My mother taught me this as a little girl. It was my nightly prayer before my "God Blesses" God Bless Her Always!
I looked down at the young Gwendolyn pushing her hair up into a bun, struggling to keep all her hair in her small hands. I felt water fall onto my cheek. My tears. The one angel I could actually stand is now dead