When Peggy was dying <br /> <br />Her son leaned over to whisper <br /> <br />The Our Father into her ear. <br /> <br />She opened her eyes, <br /> <br />'Things must be bad,' she said, <br /> <br />'that you've started praying.'<br /><br />Dermot Healy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prayer-28/
