My Lullaby

From the corner my eye

I could see the lullaby.

It was the one grandma sung

Before she up and died.

Its tune was whimsical and soft

And floated through the air. 

Bounced of the bedroom walls

And swept down the stairs.

The part that I loved the most 

Was when the girl could fly. 

When she sung that line 

I would drift into a sleepy sky. 

Now I hold onto the memories

Of the nights when she would shine

As she sung my sweet lullaby.

I wish she could sing it one last time.

By Evelyn Creon