Lullabies in the Night

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After the midnight hour,

when the world is quiet and still.

I love to listen to the lullabies –

that stay in my memory.

As a child my mom,

would put me into bed,

then quietly she’d sing a lullaby.

So soft and sweet,

I loved those lullabies,

that now in the night –

come back to haunt me.

There snuggled in my bed,

with a soft pillow under my head,

two large teddy bears on duty

and a bee to buzz away any harm.

I could dream about the sun,

that in the morning would shine

and know that day in and day out,

I had my parents’ love.

I can hear her sweet voice,

softly singing to me –

while I lay tired

and ready to sleep.

Pudgy little fists,

rubbing teary eyes,

while I listen to a lullaby.

Lullabies and sighs,

in the velvety night,

knowing I was safe,

angels in heaven,

watching over me

and the Lord beside me,

tender as he can be.

Now I can dream

about them in the night

and hear my mom’s voice,

sweetly singing to me.

Perhaps from somewhere,

up above among the stars,

that twinkle there –

she’s smiling down on me

and singing her lullabies,

to me far into the night,

so I can sleep till the morning light.

 

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

6 thoughts on “Lullabies in the Night

  • December 1, 2016 at 1:19 AM
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    Rasma, I love to read about your childhood memories. From this and other poems of yours I know you had loving parents and it is such a joy to read your poems. Great job. And that photo of you is so precious.

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    • December 1, 2016 at 6:05 AM
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      Glad you enjoyed this Phyllis. Yes, it is amazing how at five years of age I could sleep with those two bears and that bee. If I had to do it now my back would cramp up.

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  • December 1, 2016 at 3:22 AM
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    What lovely memories Rasma, childhood is, for those lucky to have such memories, a wonderful experience of love and life that made us who we are. Nicely penned and warm heart-ed, work. Cheers!

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  • December 1, 2016 at 1:15 PM
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    Lullabies always carry the warmth and beauty of selfless love.. Thank you so much for sharing this very beautiful write..I loved it..

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