Published January 25, 2006
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.
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The "lullabye" was intentional, was it not? If I understood the poem correctly, it fits quite well.
fix "lullabye" and fix the rhythm on this line:
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.
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.