Madeleine Poem by Max Aljoszyn

It's time to sleep, my honeygirl
to close your pretty eyes
You stare into the ceiling
as if into the skies

The sand of sleep in all good children's eyes -
- an anxious flame in yours
And there has never been a night
when i could see them closed

Each day you wake up full of life -
- at nights you do not breathe
Is it an illness or a ghost
that we are dealing with?

It's Christmas day now, Madeleine,
to God above I pray
to send you dreams sweet like yourself
and take disease away

My poor girl Madeleine, sleep tight tonight
mad-mad-mad-Madeleine