A Lullaby for Christa
By JoffreEssley
Sleep, sleep;sleep and rest;know your mother's heart beatand the softness of her breast.Hurry not, stay your pace;close your eyes and grow.The world's a blur, and much a race;let this day go slow.Slow, slow, slowand we will give you time,to feel your mother's heartbeating out its rhyme.Hear its rhythm, hear it singa round of love contented,and join it, join it, with each breath,a song of life inventedWritten for the birth of my daughter Christa, nearly 3 years ago Written December 13th, 1998 © on Nov 14 2001 08:04 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Sleep, sleep;sleep and rest;know your mother's heart beatand the softness of her breast.Hurry not, stay your pace;close your eyes and grow.The world's a blur, and much a race;let this day go slow.Slow, slow, slowand we will give you time,to feel your mother's heartbeating out its rhyme.Hear its rhythm, hear it singa round of love contented,and join it, join it, with each breath,a song of life inventedWritten for the birth of my daughter Christa, nearly 3 years ago..."