Lullaby

I use to wonder why my mother kept singing me a lullaby

At first I thought it was just to help me sleep at night

Later on in life I would find out the truth

I was probable twelve or so when I went for a walk through the woods

The deeper I went into the woods the stronger I head the lullaby 

At first I thought someone else was in the woods with me

But I knew I was alone in the woods

My mother had told me I had a special role in human life

I brushed it aside like it really wasn't anything at all

Yet something bothered me about hearing this one lullaby

I was about to turn around when I saw this vast field

Before I knew it I was running start for the vast field

Now I wondered what was it about this field 

Once I made it  to the field I felt like at last I was home

That I could be who I want to be

I wonder why had I not heard about this vast field

Then it all seemed to click

That the lullaby that my mother had always sung to me was a secret of my past

This vast field is my real home

That the lullaby my mom would sing was my past

At last I am home and glad that I have figured out my past. 

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Hmm this is very interesting, I would be interested to see a story like version of this, because you have written this poem like a story, I like that. Makes me wonder what her past was, if she was just found there by her "mother" or something else. Like I said, it would be cool to read a short story out of this one.

Good Job

[Elsie]

Well thank you for the wonderful comment. I actually never thought of the poem in that way. Yet I can see where you are coming from too. I will take into thought about the idea though.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

You're welcome, I am glad you see where I am coming from lol if you do write a short story version, you can send me a read request.