PE (May 27 / Fort Polk, Louisiana)

The Sad Mother

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.

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Comments (5) Tears. Masterfully composed. Brilliantly Executed. The best of your pieces I've read so far. Phenomenal.
This is so true...its so sad but you wrote it wonderfully! good job i give it a 10!
this should be the most popular one.every one should this voted10 surya
I absoultly love this poem.. a true 10++++++
i read the books Crank and Glass bout a month ago. theyre bout a girl who gets addicted to meth. the books are written in poem form and the author is an amazing author. she expressed the effects and life of someone who is addicted to meth and at times the book was hard to read because its just so sad. the same goes for your poem. youve written it so well that its kindof hard to read because its written so well. fanastic job. this is one of your best poem ive ever read. and i feel horrible for anyones family that has to go through that stuff. exellent job! 100/100