From the corner my eye
I could see the lullaby.
It was the one grandma sung
Before she up and died.
Its tune was whimsical and soft
And floated through the air.
Bounced of the bedroom walls
And swept down the stairs.
The part that I loved the most
Was when the girl could fly.
When she sung that line
I would drift into a sleepy sky.
Now I hold onto the memories
Of the nights when she would shine
As she sung my sweet lullaby.
I wish she could sing it one last time.
written by Evelyn Creon
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