Sleep tight, sweet child, under the fat white moon,
under the misty dark clouds of the evening sky,
under the branches of the pine trees rustling high,
under the watch of the eagle that soars,
under the blanket of noise of a father that snores,
under the heart of your mother dear,
sleep tight, sweet child, while she holds you near.
Sleep tight, little one, do not fret or worry,
do not run so fast, there is no need to hurry,
do not forget that a childhood is sweet,
do not forget to feel the grass under your feet,
do not forget to fill your world with fairytale folk
do not forget and do not let small things in life provoke.
Sleep tight, sweet child, the world is all yours tonight,
you are safe, you are loved and everything’s alright.
You are the miracle gleaming in your father’s eye,
you are the answer to every single question why!
You are unique in every breath – and you will always be,
you are forever special and your mind is always free.
Sleep tight, little one, do not fret or worry
under the fat white moon tonight you do not have to hurry.
Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo 2012 was to write a lullaby, and tonight it stuck with me. I wanted to write something I would have wanted to hear myself as a child. Perhaps my mother did sing to me, perhaps she did try to instill in me the miracle that is each and every child but some days it is just so hard, even as an adult, to feel it. I needed to hear this tonight.
This will also be my attempt at an offering for the Thursday Poets Rally Week 66. Happy Rally!