Sing me my lullaby <br />that I have never heard. <br />Swing me in my white wash cot <br />And chant away my dreams. <br />Tell me you’re in my heart <br />If ever we depart. <br />Rock me under sun and star <br />Where dreams were sown before. <br /> <br />I would of asked you to leave the night light on <br />So I could see you leave the room, but vacancy, <br />was the only occupant of the shadow’s gloom. <br />Your footsteps became the music <br />To the reel of imitation. <br />The soundtrack to hunt away these clouds. <br /> <br />When the sun is nigh, <br />There was nought left of your goodbye. <br />No locket of treasured youth, <br />No letters, words or intentions to dispute, <br />Mother’s absence was not in my memories. <br />A ghost that was never there. <br />But the shadow is yours, bending over my cot, <br />Every syllable of those fairytales, <br />Every self invented tale was soon forgot, <br />Once the stories passed my lids, <br />Tucked soundly into bed, <br />You place your last tender kiss, <br />Upon my forehead, <br />And whisper, <br />softly in my ear, <br />Something <br />I could not comprehend.<br /><br />Pensive Phoenix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-s-lullaby/
