In the cradle, a baby lays. Naive a clueless of the worries to come in future days. Curious eyes. Untouched lips. She smiles and laughs innocent, as she plays. Once I was her. Now I am what the life I live has made. So I hum a lullaby a memory to my endless hope I have paid.
AN: yay the glitch I faced earlier was fixed so I wrote a new poem to celebrate. No the poem has no relevance to the glitch, but I was thinking about being younger because my dad was telling me stories about when he and his siblings were little kids so you know why not have the theme childhood. Also fun fact my favorite lullaby is the following:
Lullaby and goodnight
In the soft summer light
Like a rose in its bed
Lay down your sweet head
When the morning is near I will wake you my dear
When the morning is here I will wake you my dear.
When I was a little kid I used to call it the Rose song, well I guess even now that I am a bit older I still call it the Rose song. XD anyways just ya know fun fact about me Yay! Maybe I'll add more in authors notes who knows.
Also happy birthday to my mom! Since I will be writing a Mother's Day poem for her soon I will not be writing a birthday poem but I am making a birthday announcement a you can see so yay! Happy birthday to my mom! <3
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Angel's Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
