Poetry: Lullaby

This was also one of my first poems, but it’s more of a lullaby than it is a poem. It, like so many of my other poems, is more lyrical than poetic. A lot of times when I write, I have a melody in my head. I hear it every time I read the poem, and some I’ve even roughly recorded singing them.

I wrote this around the time my oldest nephew was born.

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I am a child.
The wind blows softly;
Over the plains;
And over the mountain.
I am a child.
The wind blows softly,
Leading me;
Leading me home.

I’ve come to wonder;
About my life before me.
Where will I be?
What will I learn?
Is this the right path;
The one before me?
Leading me;
Leading me home.

I look back;
I still see wonder.
Dreams and wishes;
I held inside.
All is glorious;
I still see the wonder.
Leading me;
Leading me home.

— H. Danielle Crabtree