Poetry
SING ME LULLABIES
10th January 2009

So you turn your head, lie on your side and sigh,

I see in you the half light, the half night,

The downy fluff of your blond locks, a halo of hair,

You unaware of your charms, your disarming smile,

Sigh once more and sleep on a while.

I watch you sleep,

Hoping to keep you always safe and well and warm.

In this current snowy storm,

I think back to a time my mother had watched as I lay and sighed

And hoped these things for me,

And sang to me her lullabies.