A Babe
I clasped on the hand
Neither a smile or a bliss
Set place on my face.
I closed my eyes and
I opened, then warmth embraced
The frail called, "Myself".
Sleep is my fortune
Mother the earth, Father the sky
And then there was I.
Barely can I move
All I can do is cry
But soon, I'll take flight.
Closed are my two eyes
But lullabies makes me calm
I live, and am loved.
Copyright © Yehoshua Yochanan | Year Posted 2024
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