I want to smooth out the lemony moon
that hangs above the baby's room
the lemony moon that shines for her
bobbing in and out of her half formed baby dreams
little clouds too will warble there
edged in red violet crayon
looking the part
oh lullaby of all the colours
do not depart
before I have stitched you in
like a pineapple pocket of all the charms
and laid you close to my heart
that she may remember me.
mary angela douglas 22 january 2022
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