When the Bough Brakes

Come and sing me, my lullaby
That one that puts, me right to sleep
Come and cradle me, close to your heart
Keeping me warm, so my soul to keep

Come and coo, try and make me smile
My eyelids had, gotten heavy
Come and gently kiss both my cheeks
They did all they could to save me

© 2013 Michael Yost 04/30

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3 responses to “When the Bough Brakes

  1. A beautiful and tender write.

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  2. This is lovely and full of warmth

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  3. Real heroooooos!!!

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