Sunday, January 6, 2013

Bedtime Stories

I read to you because my mother read to me.
And in those moments I felt as loved and as safe as a strangely paranoid and anxious child could feel
-Certainly more safe than the rote prayers that my grandmother made me parrot back to her made me feel-
And for years
-long after I'd stopped remembering to pray-
I couldn't fall asleep without reading.

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