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Lullaby

Bye, Bye Baby

By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)Published 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 2 min read
Lullaby
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On our last night I sat with you in an old rocker somewhere new,

You told me I was all you had, how much I meant, you were sad.

Your tears fell and you held me tight, I cried too on that last night.

Parting is always tough - knowing that, was enough.

I never told how you behaved because your tears of sorrow were so engraved, in my heart and in my mind I returned to mother without a sign.

I never knew how to handle you, how to make you happy and cease your blues. I was a child, you were my guide not a toy to play with by your side.

Like a spell was cast, I followed your lead, I was your sprout and you were the seed.

Rockabye baby fell for your song, thinking I was so special and our bond so strong.

I grew up - now I see, you were not trying to comfort me.

In that old rocker, in some place new, I believed I belonged to you.

I was a manifestation of lover’s guilt, not a blanket or handsewn quilt.

I did all I could to be in your life, but your need for me faded wife after wife.

I am a reminder of what you are not, I stand for truth which you wanted stopped.

Lullaby lies, lyrics so sweet, I carried your song and was thrown on the street.

You told me no one could take my place yet turned from me to save your face.

You are no longer number one, yelling at me that you were done.

“You are not part of this family”! your words stung, as a broken melody.

To be part of your present I had to close my eyes while you made more children and told them more lies.

The song is finished, I long to weep for your love for me was not truly deep.

Oh Father, how could you grow so cold when year after year I never told. You made me look like I was the cause of all the chaos while you got applause.

I looked back at you and your younger wife and you made it clear I was not part of your life.

It’s been years since our eyes met; you cruel beast, I'll never forget.

I'm left with lullaby memories, from lullaby years all an illusion with lullaby tears.

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ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)

~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/Her

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    Written by ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)