The lullaby

She sat in the swing as the sun sighed its goodbye

Colors of lavender and gold painting the sky

Her head leaning against the chain as she cried

Murmuring the bittersweet sounds of a lullaby

“Hush little baby don’t say a word,

 Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”

Tears continue to fall down her cheek as she sobs

Mourning the loss of the daughter of whom she was robbed

She clasps her child’s porcelain doll as she swings

Slipping from reality as she sings

The doll’s hand seems to clasp her hand

Whispering sweetly, “Mama, sing it again.”