Lullaby

Sweet child,
With eyes full of slumber,
On yawns of sleepy wonder,
My darling of the night.

Rest child,
Let those eyes close to dreaming,
That land of imaginary meaning,
My lovely sleepy babe.

Sweet child,
In lands of rainbow bridges,
That world of chocolate ridges,
My tired precious one.

Run free child,
In your place of endless playing,
Where you know what the animals are saying,
In dreams made for you.

When you awake,
I’ll be here for you waiting,
With arms made for hugging,
My very special child.

Sweat dreams…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Horsman Avatar
September 9, 2010 at 6:21 AM
very profound, enjoyed this poem. Harry
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September 7, 2010 at 8:46 AM
Wonderful imagery - and sentiment - Liz
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September 7, 2010 at 5:11 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Paul. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. You can look to the left side of the main page and find lots of information on PoetrySoup including contests by members of PoetrySoup and contests by the PoetrySoup site also which you may enter.If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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September 5, 2010 at 2:21 AM
I really enjoyed your lullaby. Welcome to the soup
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September 4, 2010 at 4:43 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup.. enjoyed your creative Lullaby tonight... soup offers many contests on this site .. hope u will check them out and enter... and good luck with luv..
Mehta Avatar
September 4, 2010 at 9:11 AM
A very nice touchy lullaby, Paul
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