Once long ago, a faraway time, I cuddled in my mothers arms.
The softness of her pillowed breasts cradled my wee head and I drifted
in serenity and peace, scarcely feeling any need to twitch or even cry.
Her gentle fingers caressed my wee small hands and stroked my tiny brow.
And even now I fell her breath lightly on my cheek and the scent of lost perfume
That teased my nose with subtle dreams of flowers and summer clouds
And leaves that danced and played in the gentle summer breeze.
Back and forth, squeak and roll, the rocker sang its song.
Keeping rhythm with the sound of mother's lullaby,
Her simple song she sang to me, just me! Yes, to only me!
I nestled in her love while the world of pain and monster growls
slipped quietly away to places lost and secret, places closed and sealed.
Oh, if I, just one more time could snuggle in her arms and find that lost
serenity that once was mine. Enfolded in her safeness as gentle arms
engulfed my tiny frame! Just one more time! Just one more time!
But, this gray head is bending now and mother is now gone.
And so I yearn for mother's arms and lullabies that comforted my dreams.
They once were mine! They once were mine!
Copyright by Layne S. Porter
