Poetry

Your Lullaby

The first time I held you, I started humming tunes,
Trying to find one that fit;
One that felt right.
I find the start of one, but it’s minor and melancholy -
Not lullaby material.
I feel another.
Yes, that’s it.
As I hold you each day, I hum the tune,
Letting the melody go in whatever direction feels right.
Slowly, your song is being written.
Then you’re gone.
When I can, I hum again.
Your song.

More of the melody comes until, one day,
It’s done.
I cry, thinking of the lullaby you’ll never hear.
Then I remember:
You may be gone from my arms,
But you’re still in my heart.
You may be gone from my arms,
But you’re still in His.
And I know He hears me
And I hope you can too.
I sing your lullaby.