A Poem By KatieSara // 9/24/2010

Just one song was asked of me
One song, and nothing more
But I hadn't sung in years, you see
For me, music had died long before

But now music was required
To set this wee soul to dreaming
I couldn't say no to those small blue eyes
With hope and innocence beaming

So I searched my memory
To find something suitable to sing
One lullaby came back to me
But I was afraid to begin

I hadn't sung it in so very long
That I wasn't even sure I knew how
I feared if I did, forgotten memories
Would return and resurface now

Memories of times far past
Of my own little ones so dear
Two killed in war, one in giving birth
To this precious reminder here

I took a deep breath and told myself
That this boy deserved to hear
The lullaby that was his mother's favorite
Throughout her too few years

I still remembered every verse
And I knew it'd been far too long
I smiled down at my sweet grandchild
And began to sing a song


This is beautiful. I

This is beautiful. I absolutely love it. :)

Mairead | Sat, 09/25/2010


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis


 Simply Amazing

Madeline | Sat, 09/25/2010

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

I can't think of what book

I can't think of what book this poem reminds me of, but it's out there, just you wait. One day you'll read it and call yourself a prophetess.

Anna | Mon, 09/27/2010

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Someone else said the first

Someone else said the first half reminded them of The Hunger Games (Rue's death scene), so maybe that's what you're thinking of?

KatieSara | Mon, 09/27/2010


"Are all humans like this? So much bigger on the inside?"



E | Wed, 09/29/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


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