Rock Me To Sleep....2nd Edition Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

I was moving actively ahead until time threw me of course, then
I turned my head back...
“I want to be made a child for just a day! ”

Oh Mama! Please come back from that godless ground below...
Wash my hands and face like the far distance days ago...
From your kisses, you soothed the pains that healed the hurts...
Having those nightmarish nights, your hugs squeeze out fears!
Rock me Mama…Rock me Mama…Rock me to sleep!

But, I got to keep moving inside this timeworn body because; my
Niche is waiting to hold my soul in in its urn…

“Living isn’t for cowards, ” Mama used to say…But Mama
I’ll be a chicken for only a day!

Papa died when you were young, leaving nine children for you to care for on your own...Yet not one tear welled in your eyes that has kept me wondering still, if your pain and grief were guided by will?

Now six children rest beside you, while my frail mind and eyes stay filled with the ashes of six siblings corpses…Frayed around life's edges are the three left behind…looking from one to the other trying to determine who’s going down next!
Rock me to sleep… Rock me to sleep…Rock me to sleep!

Seems as if one of the three left, the child you loved best, loves not self and nobody else...the three that’s left can’t clear the mess you left… nor can my four clean up your leftover mess and mine, too…

Drying all tears from my eyes…smoothing all cares from my brow…removing my soul
from the house, and blissfully joining you in song: Sleep Baby...
sleep Baby...Baby asleep!