A MOTHER'S SONG

                


                The sea is deep.
                The sea is vast.
                The winds, they die.
                The winds they blast.

        Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines
        As he darts mid the rigging and sails?
        Does his ship rock him calm like the cradle?
        Is his soup on his chin in a gale?

            They'll be no sleep, tonight.
            Oh, where sleeps my laddie  tonight?



        In the tub he was always in soap swells.
        In my womb he would bound all night long.
        Does he kick when he's dreaming of Neptune
        Or does Neptune now join him in song?

                The sea is deep.
                The sea is vast.
                The winds, they die.
                The winds, they blast.



        Can Sirens sing "Lullaby Laddie?"

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[Grateful Hon]

Beautiful.