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Annamaria Gagno Nov 2012
Lula-bye don't you cry
birds are chirping
sounds of your voice
they hear you sing
a tune of a voice
a Lula-bye don't you cry
someone will come soon
mean time
birds at the window
gaze through the window
see the tiny infant
cuddle up in the blanket
what is the tune
infant is singing
is it speaking to what it wants
she or he
maybe
hungry
or
thirsty
mama will be in
soon to hear your tiny little voice
crying away
a melody for
mom
knowing
she or he
is
hungry
thirsty
need of attention
of love
by a mother
hugs of love
by a
mother
is very over whelming
to how the comforts
a
infant
to suss
back to sleep
but first
the
mother checks
infants
before
she
lays
she or he
back to sleep
sing away
the Lula-bye song
comes in many ways
to understand
an
infants
cry
is knowing
the sounds outside
by many chirping
birds
is the
praise to hear
by the infant
it self
knowing
the cradle will rock
calm down the baby
back to it's comfort
a tender little kiss
by a
love
by a
mother
who settle the infant
by a gentle
little rock
back to sleep
until the baby
will cry
a
Lula-bye don't you cry
Annamaria Gagno Oct 2012
Tiny little voice, quiet as it can be, soon to listen, little cries of joy
Sound a sleep
yet it would make the mother
through the night
through afternoon
through early hours of the morning,
how many times over and over
in between
a child voice, to listen by praise
sounds by love
surrounds the home
a bliss of harmony
time has change, where did the time go
a daughter of mine,
soon to be, a mother herself
knowing the rough, is the time
to learn, what a mother is all about
yet
little voice of harmony, will memorize
a grandmother so proud to be
far in distance,
in time, she guess,
she'll see the love of the child,
cries of tunes, to play by her way,
to listen to understand
the meaning of each cry means
to pick her up
to comfort with love
the warmth by her, is all more better
to smile away
what is in front, what is given
by love
a daughter
by her own mother
she did justice
to what she did
on her own through the path she took
looking after the human being
grew to a blossom of a flower
the seed is planted
no in December 10th 2012
is the cry of harmony
Annamaria Gagno Oct 2012
A lullaby is to sing, sweet moment of an arrival soon to come
sweet child of hers
is feeling the emotions
inside her
a daughter, first time mother,
a lullaby to sing to,
yet still inside,
counting the days is now
six weeks and counting
oh my
a grandmother
waiting in patience
adorable love
will be loved by all
who awaits to see
the tiny
little
toes
fingers
the eye's that would brighten
many members
of the family
six weeks and counting
is the birth
of
Audrina Rose
wait by all
love by first time
mother
waiting for the first time
lay upon a mothers
arms
of love
Annamaria Gagno Oct 2012
Sleeping through the night, she became a nightmare,
through her dreams
she does not question
it just happens
reason and purpose to why
not sure at all,
all she knows
she wakes up to a dream into another dream
no matter how she tries
to ignore the dream
is it real
to her
why do these dreams to remind
her of the haunted past
she seems to forget
no one knows why
I'm it happens to others
just like her
to become your own dream
remembering the faces
thinking to why
no related
she knows
long ago
her one brother dated a beautiful girl
but married long long ago
why does she seem to appear
is there a question to the answer
she does not know
she remembers each dream
waking up and rolling on the other side of herself
another dream
appears
no one knows why it happens
she knows deep down
depression sets in
she is thinking a lot
why do people command
the thought
to how she thinks
no matter who she is
the haunted times
come and go
in reality no one really cares
to how she feels or think
she is not meant to be feel
she is not meant to be happy
she is meant to keep her keep
until one says
let's meet
let's talk
let's say hey
but not her
she is a down fall of herself
of her dreams
to remind her
of horrors
that she been through
they say
jump forward and keep looking forward
she tries and tries
no matter what the issue
is
haunted dreams
she dreams through the night
is meant for her
to keep on dreaming
Annamaria Gagno Oct 2012
Mothers love,
for the unborn child,
soon to be here,
only two months ahead,
it's time to get ready,
little things to do,
precious bundle,
is a little girl,
knowing who she,
knowing her name,
the love, is there,
no matter,
if it's a girl or boy,

Mothers love,
is knowing,
the surprise,
she could not wait,
she needed to know,
it's a little girl,
coming,
before Christmas Blessings,
a Celebration,
is here,
what away,
to welcome,
a little precious joy,
soon to be here,

Mothers love,
is waiting,
impatience,
her first,
unborn child,
soon to be welcome,
by a mother,
to be,
the love,
of a mother,
is knowing,
her little girl,
is lucky,
to have,
precious mother,
to know,
in time,
saying hello,
to her mother,
by look up,
in her mothers eye's,
contact is made,
by a
mothers love,
to her little girl,
Audrina
Annamaria Gagno Sep 2012
Saying good bye, for what reason
maybe, she grew old, not wanting,
a life anymore,
life is to short,
to stay alive,
no will power,
no breath,
just an old,
woman,
looking through the window,
one more time,
saying good bye,
who is there to say,
no family,
no friends,
she lived alone,
for years after years,
no children,
what is family to her,
sisters and brothers,
long long, away in the distance,
she seems not to remember,
where they live,
they have forgotten,
one sister out 6,
4 brothers,
one sister,
and herself,
parents,
long long gone,
will it be her next,
in line,
who can she share,
the last spare of time,
in her own mind,
all she can do,
is write a letter,
to whom,
letter would say,
to all, who forgot her,
just think back,
when we were children,
how fun it was,
we were forgotten,
who we are,
siblings we were,
we were once close,
by all,
went on their own,
own life to spare,
everyone,
went their own way,
she is the only one,
stay behind,
a home, we all grew up,
only her, knows,
all to well,
saying good bye,
is the hardest thing to do,
no one will come,
no one will say,
last words,
by their only beloved sister,
vanish, by a sickness,
never told a soul,
knowing her, all she can do,
saying good bye
Annamaria Gagno Sep 2012
Lost in the wilderness of winter, fall is coming,
Time to head home, gather things up,
Getting ready,
Winter is near by,
What to do, where do we start,
Time to chop, bundle of trees,
Sweeping and cleaning, the chimney,
Winter fall,
Things to do, prepare for the feast,
Holidays are coming,
Think of the fall, smell of hot soup, pumpkin pie,
Baking in the oven,
Thinking twice, we are lost, within ourselves,
How can we find ourselves, get ourselves,
Out of the wilderness, to home,
There are good time's, there are bad time's,
To remember by,
Smell of cherky  wood, hot cocoa, made by mom,
Oh how much, we remember,
Dad will go out, hunt, for food, surviving the task,
Through the long winter nights,
Bundling up in bed,
Those time's are still there,
But lost in the wilderness, how can,
Mom and Dad, find us,
We forgot, to mark the twig, to find our way home,
Time's to remember, should remember,
How are father, taught us, lost in the woods,
In the wilderness of winter,
Let's make a fire, the smoke, will be notice,
They would know, we are lost,
Knowing our father and friends,
Will gather together,
Come to find us, knowing it's getting dark,
We worry, about the danger,
Knowing what to do,
We do not be afraid, our father, will be here soon,
We must Pray, for the Angels, to look upon us,
In the moment, let's remember our,
Father and mother,
Things they did, the love and devotion,
Parents love us so, they'll find us soon,
Winter is coming, so is the snow,
Bundle up with joy,
We cannot be afraid, to what may happen,
Twinkle little eye's, by both girls,
Knowing tears will follow,
Lost in the wilderness of winter,
Is knowing, we will be found
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