Daisy’s Lullaby~by Mary Gosling

 

 

Daisy’s Lullaby

Between the shaped up pearly feathers,
the milky white of warmed up pillows,
behind the floating angel wings of veils,
Daisy sleeps.
Her small chest, harmony in rising,
a gentle touch, just like the billows,
on that sea of silver deeps.
I watch her sweet smile,
the dimples’ valleys,
her long and dark, and messy hair,
and I pray: my daughter sees me,
that when she runs with little Zephyr,
sailing wonders,
of rainbow watered starry sea,
she knows, she feels,
Mummy is there,
and there for her she’ll always be.