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.
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 ~
ReplyDeleteThank you Grace.
Deletei 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?
ReplyDeleteMy youngest daughter will graduate this year, then off to college, will miss her very much. Thanks Brian.
DeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary.
DeleteEnjoyed 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI agree with mother's voice, beautiful flow, very nicely done Lisa!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteYour version of Rock-a-bye baby is a thousand times better than the original. It's true to the world.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much.
DeleteI like this and the feeling of time and comfort.
ReplyDeletevery reassuring last lines... beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAll three of y kids seem to have left home at almost the same time, so your poem left me bereft.
ReplyDeleteHi Lisa--this piece made me thing of my daughters out there in the world and hoping that the world is treating them kindly--lovely!
ReplyDeleteAll of us mothers can relate to this poem, Lisa. Poignant.
ReplyDeleteLisa,
ReplyDeleteThe mothering worries which simply never leave. We advise and we love...The rest happens:)
Eileen
Beautiful... i can almost sing it. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely Rock...... To a goodbye.......
ReplyDeleteNice, 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.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Lisa!
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