Now I lay me down to sleep
My pile of sweaters
Seven deep.
If I should die before I wake
I pray the cashmere, VeraLee should take.
God bless my intentions to pick and sort
God bless the day, for it was short
God bless efforts to keep it all straight
God bless and save for another date.
God bless my socks that do not match
And the mistakes that I didn't catch.
Bless my husband, patient and true for saying nothing about what I didn't do. Amen!
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