Posted in New Work, Poetry, Random, Thoughts and Ruminations

Neverland and Lullalies

I couldn’t sleep,

so I…

wrote myself a lullaby;

The problem is,

lullabies often make me cry,

because remembering childhood

reminds me of lost things –

and I stay awake

thinking of ways

to bring them back.


Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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