Sleep eludes me.
Tears come unbidden,
Thoughts of happier times.
Safe, in my childhood bed.
Mother, singing softly.
No worries, no fears.
Drifting into innocent sleep.
Mother, only a memory now,
But her love still endures.
I quiet my own children,
Same tune, same words.
Passing on the song,
Parent to child.
Through the long years,
Love in each line and verse.
The song in my head
Works its old magic.
Dreams come at last,
The child in me can play.
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