Friday, January 19, 2018

NO LULLABYS for Polly


























My mother never sang me a sweet lullaby
Even when I sank  deep and began to cry

Vocalizing sentiment was not her thing
And that is why I never heard her sing

No mellifluous notes put me to sleep
But snug in bed, she did take a peak

And said, it couldn't be all that bad
But I still felt awful, very, very sad

Why ruin your good looks with a frown
Come dear, betters days are to be found

She didn't understand my tantrum fuss
Light's out she ordered, sleep, you must

The next day I forget what was in my head
Sunbeams through the window to my bed

The room flooded with with joyful beams
For life is never, ever, ever what it seems

My sunny disposition had been restored
My sadness was imagined I was bored

Mother knew it was a passing phase
And lauded me with warmth and praise

No baby lullaby's for me if you please
My imaginary sadness had disappeared

I remember now, Mother's positive view
Was at the core, of everything we do

And to this day,  everyday, I still recall
How really silly I was when I was small.