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| This cradle that I once put you to sleep The only thing you left for me to keep. Your passing is way too soon, too early It must've been me and not you, my little baby. That moment you warmly suckle on my breast The warmth of your tenderest caress The cutest chuckles, the littlest cries Are thoughts of you that make me cry. Why does the world seem so unfair? You're gone like a bubble poked in mid-air. You've never even got the chance to glance At how beautiful the world's expanse. We were excited to see you grow up You laugh at each tickle, every time you spill his cup. You dance with your father when you're eighteen While I watch you both in such a lovely scene. Yet, this will never ever happen You're breathless and pale inside that coffin. Seeing you in there crumples my grieving heart Shattered and cut and torn apart. My little baby, it's hard, but it's a farewell I have a few last words, for you I tell. If the angels are ready to take you to heaven, Remember that your dad and mom love you 24/7. Written for "April 9 Poem--Persona"  in "Dew Drop Inn" Prompt: Persona—write a poem in the voice of a person who is not you. 24 lines | 195 words | 1017 characters 04/09/22 9:45pm EDT A Mother's Whispered Lullaby, Rewrite This empty cradle, once your haven of dream, Now holds only echoes of what used to gleam. Too soon you slipped away, my precious bud, Leaving my heart yearning, adrift in the flood. I recall the warmth of your milk-drunk sighs, The softest touch of your butterfly eyes, Your gurgling laughter, your tears like sweet rain, Each memory a dagger that twists with the pain. Oh, why does fate play such a cruel hand? A fragile balloon lost in the shifting sand. The world's tapestry you never unfurled, Its vibrant hues hidden from your tiny world. We dreamt of watching you blossom and bloom, Each giggle and spill a testament to the moon. Of waltzing with father, eighteen and bright, My heart overflowing with bittersweet light. But dreams cannot mend what grief has torn, A chilling silence where laughter was born. This casket too small for your boundless sky, A tear-stained portrait where your spirit used to lie. My darling, forgive this tear-stained farewell, Though words cannot drown the sorrow I swell. If angels embrace you with welcoming light, Carry this whisper, day and endless night: "Our love, like sunrise, will forever ignite, A beacon to guide you in heaven's soft light. Though miles may divide, our bond ever true, Dad and I whisper, 'We love you, we miss you'." |
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