Lullaby
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deidrebelle
deidrebelle Artist and writer
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Morning comes and finds me hiding Mercilessly optimistic fingers of light

Lullaby

Morning comes and finds me hiding

Mercilessly optimistic fingers of light

Poke and prod my resistance to the day.

You’re so quiet

So long since the happy voice called me

Years ago, the singing in the kitchen,

The bright face saying get up, up, up!

I don’t want to open my eyes

See how it will be one day

Alone.

All grown up now

Alone.

If I could, I would buy you the world

Tear down the sun to warm you

Make a treasure book of all those plans.

We had so many

Ships of dreams to build and set sail

Now tomorrow is an anchor in my chest

Life is an unmade jigsaw, missing parts.

I don’t think you’ll be here

For your birthday telegram...

One hundred.

Please try, mama

Please.

Now I’m crying again and I can’t show you

Rivers of pain waiting to burst free

But this day is precious, you’re here

And you’re singing.

You still know me, my name, my face.

You’re still there inside that frail shell,

Today is a promise waiting to be kept.

Give me just another minute

There’s no need to hurry

Not now.

It’s gone too fast...

Time.

Let me listen to your voice

Even though you stumble

Please, sing me one more lullaby.

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