A Cradle Song

over the cradle
over the sarong
so many lullabies
were sung for us

first brother sang
to third sister,
third sister to sixth sister

and also mom, aunties
and uncles were so
vocally sweet, I could
not help chuckling all along
the cradle invariably
swung to all our tunes

even the Speech Spirit
could not wait to come
acalling with his ribtickling
zesty bass toned lullabies
and captivating children’s poetry

little wonder seventh brother all alone
had chuckled the world away
in his cradle

the Speech Spirit that
slowly helped him build up
his future world

inspired by

A Cradle Song
THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God’s laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.
William Butler Yeats