Lullaby Lament

 

     There is no way to tell this because the tune is only in my head, but these words go with a lullaby I wrote for my grandchildren a few years ago. In heaven, I plan to take classes on how to write music, so the melodies I link with some of my poems could exist somewhere outside my head. It's probably a bad sign that I can't think of a title for this. A poet should know what their poem is about.

 

                                                                    Lullaby Lament

Now I lay me down to weep

how I miss my fallen sheep,

though I’m glad you’re safe at home,

ours is not the same. 

 

Nothing offered here below

 compares to the life you know,

and though I miss you desperately,

I wouldn’t call you back. 

 

Somehow life continues on

in the months since you’ve been gone,

though at times I think I’ll sink

beneath the waves of sorrow.

 

If our lifespans are God’s to plan,

then I must choose to trust His hand.

That He, who holds you near Him now,

                                                                  holds my tomorrows.

3/17/23