My Daily Bread(Bred) Poem by Verilyn Titus

Where are my socks...?
Where are my shoes...?
We're going to be late, can't find my keys, and I can't hear the news....
Even in times of chaos they are my greatest joy...
Glad God blessed me with 3 girls and a boy...
While these sayings and events are but a moment in time...
Moving in and out of my head, heart, mind...
And I've come to find that silence is deadly but survival is key..
Lord, give me my daily bread in the moments I can't foresee.