LULLABY
Lullabies are for little children
Promised lovely dreams
And gentle wakening.
I am no child,
My dreams exhaust me
And I awaken tired and weary.
My lullaby is of plain song,
Stern, elusive, promising nothing
Yet, still singing.
Reciting
The long authority of hope,
Reminding
Of Love forever holding
The promise of a new beginning.
So lie you down and close your eyes,
Neither fret and do not cry,
Love itself will sing your lullaby.
©2021 Gwen Grant.
Poems by Gwen Grant 
The long authority of hope,
and
The promise of a new beginning
… are their own golden slumber.
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My dreams exhaust me too, but I often hear the singing of love’s lullaby when I close my eyes. Nicely done!
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So glad you like the poem and thank you for your good comment.
Gwen.
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