Lullaby to Bring Him Home

Hush, hush, little one,

Keep your cries at whispers.

Look at Papa, big and strong,

He keeps his cries at whispers.

Papa loves music, 

I sang him to me.

Papa loved our music

When we became three.

Now Papa sings his own song

On the battlefield where he roams.

Bullets sang his goodbye

And their silence calls him home.

Author's Note

When I wrote this I was imagining a mother singing this to her child while the father was off at war. I never really wrote anything like this before, so your thoughts would be nice. It's short, but I'm not sure if I should make it longer.

Reviews

[Kadessa (Kaddy)]

Almost made me cry. Love it