Sometimes I let my mind reach way back. I can almost hear Momma’s voice as she recites the pretty words:
“From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.”
Then, just as I drift towards peaceful slumber, she moves on to that dreadful song:
“When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
and down will come baby, cradle and all.”
Forget sleep!
My response to today’s one-word prompt: Recite
A note to my grandchildren: I’ll always try to use the “pretty words”; and I’ll always try to catch you if you fall!
Grammy Writes 
Sweet photo!
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Thanks! Babies are always sweet!
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I prefer the pretty words too. Taps?
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Hi Bernadette! Yes, the poem “Day is Done” is often used as the words for “Taps”, but my mother liked to use it as a “Good-Night” verse.
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