Lullabies and Lightning Bugs

I cried a river of your tears
and loved every thorn prick away;
held you from a distance,

and when you threw my words back,
like an unwanted bride’s bouquet-
like dandelions into the stream,
I gave them back  in traces of sun,
warm kisses upon your sweet face,

sang lullabies in clandestine chords

lulling nightmares
with a sky full of lightning bugs.

Child, you bow your head,
then, turn your back
and walk in the other direction,
but, I can wait, silently
in the beads that fell
from your grandmother’s hand,

in pebbles you kneel on
when you have nothing left
but dreams

and me.


© 2016 Lynda G. Bullerwell

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