Lullaby
Fresh in my mind,
After all these years.
The lullabies
He sang to me
Every night, but I never heard completely.
Roared when he sang before dark.
Soft as a feather after.
Dare I listen to one full lullaby.
Amid life, I hope not.
Years, many years would have to pass by.
29 May 2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
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