Remember the lady,

lived beyond ninety

who waited for you to come back.


You climbed in beside her

softly sung, whispered

an old German lullaby

into one delicate ear.


Something about catching stars

as she died in your arms.



4 thoughts on “Lullaby

  1. This poem resonates with my inner feeling. The last sentence of my father in his life was, he to asked my sister:”Tell your younger brother, I am going the hospital again.”, I was in Amsterdam, and I got the call from my sister, and I told her with tears:”I am sorry sister, I think pa cannot make it this time.” and my father has gone without me by his side.


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