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For 8x8x8x8 contest sponcered by:Charles Messina 8 lines, 8 syllables, 8 rhymes (at the beginning of each line), 8 rhymes (at the end of each line. ) aabbccdd

Lay Your Head



Lay your head lad, upon my breast.
Stay safe in my arms, Mama's nest. 
Take from me nourishment you need.
Wake for a time so you may feed. 
Then back to dreams of angels song. 
Been away from them, not too long. 
For from heaven, you came to me. 
Your destiny waits, but now... sleep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Evangeline Avatar
March 25, 2025 at 8:58 PM
I can almost hear my mother singing this to me (even though she doesn't speak English). This is a lovely lullaby, Crystol! Congrats!
Evangeline Avatar
March 28, 2025 at 7:56 AM
I'm also getting Sleepsong vibes from this, come to think of it.
Woods Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 7:34 AM
I'm so glad it bright back memories for you! Xo
Rodrigues Avatar
March 25, 2025 at 1:06 PM
A comforting poem that admires motherhood! Congrats, Crystol!
Woods Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 7:33 AM
Tysm! Xo
Crandall Avatar
February 11, 2025 at 8:34 AM
Very sweet Crystol!
Woods Avatar
February 11, 2025 at 9:54 AM
Ty! Xo
Leach Avatar
February 10, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Your poem is beautifully tender and nurturing, capturing the deep bond between a mother and child. The rhythmic structure of the 8x8x8x8 form gives it a soft, rocking quality, much like a lullaby. The repetition of sounds at both the beginning and end of lines enhances the soothing, melodic flow. Gorgeous!!
Woods Avatar
February 11, 2025 at 9:54 AM
Tysm for your review! So glad to hear you enjoyed it! Xo
Greenhough Avatar
February 9, 2025 at 8:32 AM
I enjoy this poem of a mother's love. It is soft and gentle like a lullaby.
Woods Avatar
February 9, 2025 at 8:37 AM
I'm glad it came across that way... it's what I was hoping for. Breastfeeding is such a magical time between mother and child. Even if one is unable, bottlefeeding can be just a uniting. Thank you! Xo
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