The Last Lullaby Poem by jathin aka jesuzz

With both my hands I took
A page out of your book
Did not take a second look
As I bid adieu to my own life.

Why are you cryin my little one?
My little, tulip, morning sun
Be brave, my price, my king
Walk a lonely road, you must

Don’t think ill of your mom
son, I never regret having you
Neither should you repent,
Being born in me.

Your mom tried,
Till dreams in her, dried
An I say this to you.
Now sleep my son,
Let me sing you
My last lullaby.