Lullaby For My Child Poem by Timothy Faboade

Lullaby For My Child



The Sun has gone to bed,
The howling wind has gone to sleep
And fishes retired to the deep.
My child, just be royally led
To have your holy, fair rest
On my soft hairy chest
And tomorrow on your mother's breast.

Oh my Child! Oh my Child!
Towards the dreamland
You will gently slide,
Ride with a sweet band
To have your beautiful rest.

Behold the birds in their nests,
There in nature having their rests,
On the hays their heads are pressed
For a night that's the best.

Oh my Child! Oh my Child!
Towards the dreamland
You will gently slide,
Ride with a sweet band
To have your beautiful rest.

Let the moon, stars in the sky
For hours stay awake
They're the guards of the night
They'll retire when the sun wakes.

Oh my dear child! Oh my dear child!
Towards the cool dreamland
You will mildly glide,
Ride with a melodious band
To have your holy rest.

The tempest has ceased,
The sharks, whales, are done
With the watery feast
To the deep too they've gone.

So, my dear, wonderful child
Towards the flawless dreamland
You will royally ride
With a sweet, melodious band
To have your sole rest.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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