Distant Lullabies

-Distant Lullabies-
by
Keaton Foster



On the wind
She sings
Distant lullabies
Ringing in my head
Memories
Terrifyingly real
I was quite young
A harmless creature
In a world full of predators
I should not remember
But without a doubt
I do
They come flooding back
They push me to the ground
Weakening my knees
Shattering my resolve
Leveling all that I am sure I believe
In such an instance
I am still her kid
Her precious unwanted gift
That she loved as best as she could
Too bad it would never be enough
She has since been misplaced
Woven into the power of God's grace
Does she watch over me or even still
Is she only concerned with herself
Such things are increasingly unclear
What is for certain is that I am here
Alone as I have always been
On the day that I was born
She spilled many words
Placed into lullabies
Her attempt to make them less
When she was done
When her lips fell silent
She handed me over to strangers
An unwanted precious gift
So desperately wanted
With ease, they took me as theirs
Never again did they look back
But I spent my entire life facing backwards
I was never concerned with what I had
Only with what I had lost
Only with what I had left behind
In time, they too would leave me alone
In time, they would face their doom
Beyond the wind, beyond the breeze
Out into the perilous sea of blue they have gone
Their hearts were kind and I know
That despite what I was sure was not to be
I was truly loved by them
I often say a prayer for them
They deserve as much
Everyone in my life has left me alone
I miss my mother most of all
Each day that I have faced since
I am reminded of her and all that she said
By the distant lullabies
That ring out in my head…


Distant Lullabies
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.