Lullabies in the Night
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, 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.
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.
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!
Thank you Tony.
Lullabies always carry the warmth and beauty of selfless love.. Thank you so much for sharing this very beautiful write..I loved it..
You welcome Anjana and glad you enjoyed this.