A Mother's Song Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

A Mother's Song



The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
The winds, they die.
The winds they blast.

Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines
As he darts mid the rigging and sails?
Does his ship rock him calm like the cradle?
Is his soup on his chin in a gale?
There'll be no sleep, tonight.
Oh, where sleeps my Laddie tonight?

In the tub he was always in soap swells.
In my womb he would bound all night long.
Does he kick when he's dreaming of Neptune
Or does Neptune now join him in song?

The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
The winds, they die.
The winds, they blast.

Can Sirens sing 'Lullaby Laddie? '
Do the Mermaids kiss foreheads ‘Sweet dreams’?
On the mast in the squall will he hear me
When in tears to the waves my heart screams:
'Oh, where sleeps my boy, tonight?
Oh, where lies my Laddie, tonight? '

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