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Another Sort of Lullaby

Updated on March 24, 2018

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 breaths 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 down like mercy across crisp white sheets

And quilts stitched by hands now long stilled by yesterdays

LSR 2013©


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      lalesu 2 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      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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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

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

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      Andris 3 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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      lalesu 4 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Thank you, Augustine. ~ Laura

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      Augustine A Zavala 4 years ago from Texas

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