Alas, sweet friends, our time grows short. Just a few days left of this crazy scheme of mine. I'm almost starting to get sad about leaving it behind. However, I believe that just the other day, I had my second request. Monica, you wanted something for your little girl. I hope I am up to the task. I will try my best.
Mother's Good-Night
Rest now, my little one,
snuggle close, hear my heart.
share the rhythm of its beating
slowly now, be at peace.
Mommy's here by your side,
ever watching with a smile,
from the moment you awake
until the night lowers it shade,
Little princess, don't you fret,
for your Champion is there,
dashing and handsome, awaiting only your favor,
and he shall let noone close in around you.
Sleep in peace, my sweet girl,
dream of fields of sweet clover,
where you and your handmaids play
the games of children,
My sweet, my perfect child,
Mommy's here by your side,
so sleep and dream the night away.
I hope it's what you were looking for, Monica! Thanks for your comments!!
Thanks for reading, everyone!
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
This poem is interesting, especially since there's another in the same genre a few days' past. The style is definitely less musical, less rhythmic. It actually feels very prosaic, a pulsing monologue if you will. The content really drives the thing on, simple and unpretentious. Individual lines or couplets are unique in and of themselves, each to be appreciated or treasured on their own. Something a parent would be proud to recite to their child, to laden with their own meaning.
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