Lullaby
Silent Heart
To Amy
Wave of Thought

Lullaby

Into the land of lullabies
Where lions leap through flaming hoops,
The little lass so lightly crept
Amidst her pile of childhood books.
So softly did she slumber on,
Her breathing regular and deep,
She did not hear my slippered feet
Nor feel my arms her body lift.
How small and delicate, thought I,
Perhaps the size of Mary's lamb.
Then as I tucked her toes in tight,
I kissed my sister child goodnight.

Debbie Stafford