I will sing my child a song of flowers.
I will weave her a lei to wear in dreams.
I will lay her down in a garden bed.
open her eyes to the deeds of the dead,
fables fed from time immemorial.
Love lies n lullabies n white lilies,
with such clouds will I fill her head.

5 Comments

  1. OdinsBard on 15th February, 2019 at 11:13 am

    This is lovely, Denise!

  2. Kendra Lynn on 15th February, 2019 at 11:35 am

    Excellent!!!

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