Sing To Me
Sing to me
Cradle me Mammy --
in your warm arms I’ll inhale
the fragrance of your skin;
against each other’s cheeks.
Sing to me Mammy,
lift me with your spirit
in rousing hymns;
soothe me with lullabies,
swaying ‘til I rest.
I’m growing old Mammy,
yet that little girl lingers --
longing for the solace
of your embrace.
When sleeplessly tired
I ache for the lilting
timbre of your voice,
to wrap me in peace.
------- Author's Notes -------
My mother died a year ago Dec 20th. I miss her!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Bipedalguy (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, December 20 2006, 04:44 am|
My mother passed away 2 years ago, just after Christmas. I still miss her.
Your poem is beautiful.
|barb (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, December 20 2006, 01:52 pm|
This is one anniversary you'd like to forget.excellent tribute to her death nicely put cap.
|Meridian (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, December 20 2006, 08:19 pm|
Props! Yeah, when a loved one passes on, especially the backbone of the family, it's hard to accept it and live another day....but we have to find faith, strength, and courage to make it through...
Good poem Cap.
|Capricorn (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, December 23 2006, 01:32 am|
Thank you for you kind words everyone.
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