Could You Sing Me One Last Lullaby?


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Her hands were as soft as the summer's breeze brushing against my cheeks.

She would sing me lullabies to sleep.

Stroking my thick lox of wavy hair.

Silent were the nights she was there,

ever so calm was the ocean in my heart filled with burdens to bear.


In mother's embrace, I was safe.

Listening to mother's enchanting lullabies, I found solace.

However, under mother's care, I was unaware;

of how ugly reality truly was & how life was unfair.


As the years passed, I still did not understand,

 why mother would always hold my hand when we crossed the street,

why she would get mad when there was a guy I'd meet,

why she would worry about how little I eat.


I never knew that those were just some of the ways mother expressed how she cared for me.


Years passed & after I could finally stand on my own two feet,

I left the house I grew up in with mother, lonely & empty.

Yet, there was not a day mother did not call me.

I ignored most of them & the ones I did not ignore, I spent scolding her for not understanding that I was busy taking care of my own family.

I had forgot that she was just doing the same.


Many years more passed, and history repeated itself, but the only difference was the cast.


Now, I sit beside her grave,

longing to once more be held in her warmth of her embrace,

longing to once more see her face.


Oh, mother, I know it's a little late, but if you sing me one last lullaby, I promise I'll behave. ❞ 


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