From the womb
to the cradle, swaddling,
lay my humble inspiration.
Breathing life, encouraging~
flowing veins, now part of me
Mother’s sweet touch soothing.
A coo, a smile, captured in photos
hanging on walls of love,
stages of life displayed.
Yet here I am, a stranger
dusting cobwebs,
time turning in circles.
Bare walls and boxes,
packing memories, reliving,
grieving for veins to surge again.
My mother my friend
it’s time to sleep,
as I sing our last lullaby.
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reminds me of my poem "unsung lullaby'....enjoyed it
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ah this starts off so warm and happy and dancing smiles with love then turns into sighs, gentle sighs, hints of sorrow and tears. aye time finds us all. a good poem, full of powerful bonded love.
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Awww....this is real cute and sweet the last lullaby i can picture whenever i have a baby how the last lullaby will be good job on this piece
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cool i like it
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