Saturday, January 11, 2014

Rock A Bye



Rock A Bye


Rock a bye
this life of mine

So lost in you-
I must step aside

Let you pass
me by.

Hoping all the years
of loving you have made
you strong enough to face
a world I don’t know.

Rock a bye baby
I hope the wind
blows gently and you
always feel the warm
breeze from me to you.

Rock a bye baby
life will fall just the way
it’s supposed to fall.

23 comments:

  1. I hear the voice of the mother to a grown up child ~ Though life will fall the way its supposed to be, here's hoping our children are stronger than we were ~ Good one Lisa ~

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  2. i hear the voice of a mother too...rock a bye baby in the tree top...nice play on that as well...do you have one leaving the nest?

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    1. My youngest daughter will graduate this year, then off to college, will miss her very much. Thanks Brian.

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  3. We have to believe, I think, that life WILL fall the way it is supposed to fall. This is every mother's wish for their children, I think. Beautifully penned, Lisa.

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  4. Enjoyed the feeling of comfort being offered. It seems more that the poet's voice is trying to comfort self because life is falling as it should.

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  5. I agree with mother's voice, beautiful flow, very nicely done Lisa!

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  6. Your version of Rock-a-bye baby is a thousand times better than the original. It's true to the world.

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  7. I like this and the feeling of time and comfort.

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  8. very reassuring last lines... beautiful.

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  9. All three of y kids seem to have left home at almost the same time, so your poem left me bereft.

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  10. Hi Lisa--this piece made me thing of my daughters out there in the world and hoping that the world is treating them kindly--lovely!

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  11. All of us mothers can relate to this poem, Lisa. Poignant.

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  12. Oh, how sweet ... the love and protectiveness of a mother and letting go of the grown up child. Lovely, Lisa

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  13. Lisa,

    The mothering worries which simply never leave. We advise and we love...The rest happens:)
    Eileen

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  14. Lovely Rock...... To a goodbye.......

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  15. Nice, Lisa. Perceptive work. Like how the narrator realizes she is rock-a-bye-ing "this life of mine." In the middle of the poem, her realization "a world I don't know" also is particularly strong.

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