Yellow Walls

With cream flavored hands,
She rocks her child
In the yellow-lit room
With a lullaby wild.

And the yellow walls
Speak in softer tones
As the babe is weeping
Through its poor bones.

i like the varied pace. Its slow until the end and then speeds up, it added more of an effect.

Also; lullabye should be lullaby.

fix "lullabye" and fix the rhythm on this line:

Yellow seeps through its bones.

otherwise, it was very good. i didn't catch the entire meaning, i'm sure, but i enjoyed in nonetheless.
i suppose rhyming poetry is catching on more. this certainly is leaving me behind.

The "lullabye" was intentional, was it not? If I understood the poem correctly, it fits quite well.