oma rocks the cradle

Poem #2 from Small Town Kid

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while mama works
oma rocks the cradle
lulling the child
into slumber

the rhythm
soothes and settles

peace in the house

the afternoon passes
calm

~

in the early hours
fretful waking

dragging darkness

broken sleep

a weary journeying
to work
in the thinness
of morning

why will the child
not settle
every blessed night
what is wrong with him

~

while mama works
oma
rocks the cradle


© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 3: working for a generation

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