Make of your lap
a pillow for my head.
When I am weary,
soothe me with a hand
on my brow,
on my brow,
gentle words, soft music
that lulls me into dreams.
When it is time for waking,
open the window
so the small birds can sing me
into the morning.
And when the afternoon
has passed, and eventide
folds its sleepy purple
has passed, and eventide
folds its sleepy purple
around us,
make of your lap
make of your lap
a pillow for my head.
for The Sunday Muse
Beautifully written. A tender poem of compassion
ReplyDeleteSighs for days, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem full of comfort we all need. I love this Sherry!!
ReplyDeleteSo relaxing to think of falling asleep and dreaming this way each evening...
ReplyDeleteI can't. Zacky has dibs.
ReplyDeleteLOL. Wish I had a dog to lay his head on my lap!
DeleteOh what a soothing way to end the day!
ReplyDeletePax,
Dora
Lovely. That relaxing repetition creates a calm space.
ReplyDeleteThe pillow motif also appears in mine today
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💟love
Love the peace and comfort of this poem.
ReplyDeleteSherry, your instructions are sooo sweet, no man would (should!!) never leave one who matches your standards here.
ReplyDelete..
So lovely Sherry. Tender and lyrical… 🙂
ReplyDeleteWe all need a pillow like that to rest our weary heads.
ReplyDeleteMe more than anyone. LOL. Stressful day today, Kodiak nearly died. I think he will pull through.
Delete"open the window
ReplyDeleteso the small birds can sing me
into the morning."
So beautifully phrased!