Another Sort of Lullaby

Another Sort of Lullaby

by Laura Summerville Reed

Chiffon billowing like great puffs of celadon colored smoke

The curtains at my grandmother’s window

On mornings when my eyes didn't want to open

Giant breathes of soft and rhythmic gossamer

Breathing the whip-poor-will's call, and creek mud

And two skinned-up knees

Deep into a young girl

Like a lullaby

A soft and rhythmic din of metal to metal

From her kitchen

Another sort of lullaby

Utensils. Utility. Usefulness.

Only needed things there

The aroma of love and comfort; the salt of the earth

And all good things in the world wafting

Through the tiny house

To the cot where I lay

Sunlight shining like mercy across crisp white sheets

And quilts stitched by hands long stilled by time’s decay

LSR 2013©

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A.A. Zavala 2 years ago from Texas

Beautiful, haunting, mesmerizing. The sounds and feel of home, and fond memories of a life past. Love it....

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lalesu 2 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, Augustine. ~ Laura

Andris 2 years ago

Heaven and Hell, good and evil...just points on a line I think.... a line that prbboaly circles back on itself eventually. Compassion and understanding helps grease that line. what a great poem and photo for a Monday evening. You rock.

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manatita44 17 months ago from london

Much potential and a great Poem. Continue ... continue ...

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lalesu 15 months ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you both, Andris and manatita44, for stopping by to read and share your thoughts on this piece. My apologies for my delay in responding to your kind words of encouragement. ~ Laura

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