once
before a meal, her grown
son
took over
the duties,
we bowed our heads
and put our
hands together,
while he went into
a sermon,
thanking God for
the food
we were about to eat,
for each other,
for peace
and prosperity throughout
the land,
praying for the sick
and infirmed,
the homeless,
and the men and women
in prisons,
and then finally
he ended with, and God
please help all
the people in Africa.
i peeked
over at him, and said,
okay.
sure, why not.
the food was cold though
by then.
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