Poems of Sound
Snuggled up in bed
Your eyes flicker open and shut
A smile across your baby face,
You listen to
Your mother sing soft songs.
"Pretty little bluebird,
Why do you fly?"
Shadows dance across the walls
As your hands made animals
Come alive.
Lullaby after Lullaby,
Your dreams slowly take you
As your eyes shut and the songs
Are whispered away.
{RM} a memory of mom
