Death's Lullaby - Poem
A poem about a woman singing a lullaby to her ten-year-old daughter, Laurel... from the grave.
Go to sleep little Laurel,
Never to wake from rest,
Until the sun rises,
The birds whistle from their nests.
Do not cry sweet child,
I am still here.
Fall asleep Laurel,
For I am still near.
Laurel close your eyes,
And count to ten,
So that you will,
See me again.
In your dreams,
I will be with you,
Until dawn comes,
There's a day that is new.
Rest my Laurel,
Never to open your eyes,
Until you see the sun,
In the orange-like skies.
Sleep my dear child,
Rest your head in the sunny meadow,
Wake up when,
The sun is a blinding yellow.
Go to sleep little Laurel,
Never to wake from rest,
Until the sun rises,
The birds whistle from their nests.
Never to wake from rest,
Until the sun rises,
The birds whistle from their nests.
Do not cry sweet child,
I am still here.
Fall asleep Laurel,
For I am still near.
Laurel close your eyes,
And count to ten,
So that you will,
See me again.
In your dreams,
I will be with you,
Until dawn comes,
There's a day that is new.
Rest my Laurel,
Never to open your eyes,
Until you see the sun,
In the orange-like skies.
Sleep my dear child,
Rest your head in the sunny meadow,
Wake up when,
The sun is a blinding yellow.
Go to sleep little Laurel,
Never to wake from rest,
Until the sun rises,
The birds whistle from their nests.
2 Comments
Wow. One of my names translates to Laurel, but that's besides the point. This is amazing. Once again another beautiful poem.
Beautiful poem. Great work!