I was placed above you as a child
You used to giggle at my feathers and beads
You were safe when I watched you 31 years ago
I swayed softly above your crib
Protected you from the dark clouds that came at night
You slept peacefully as I guarded you
You hung me on the corner of your bed when you turned three
Your mother sang you softly to sleep beside me
The songs of her parents and her grandparents and those who came before
You hung me on your mirror when you were thirteen
Your new house was strange but I was your constant
You knew you were safe
At eighteen you placed me in a box
Took me with you across the country
You hung me on your bunk
Twenty-two and we move again
You place me on your mirror again
But now I protect you and another
Today you hang me on another crib
The little baby looks just like you
She sleeps peacefully just like you did, 31 years ago
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
I was placed above you as a child
You used to giggle at my feathers and beads
You were safe when I watched you 31 years ago
I swayed softly above your crib
Protected you from the dark clouds that came at night
You slept peacefully as I guarded you
You hung me on the corner of your bed when you turned three
Your mother sang you softly to sleep beside me
The songs of her parents and her grandparents and those who came before
You hung me on your mirror when you were thirteen
Your new house was strange but I was your constant
You knew you were safe
At eighteen you placed me in a box
Took me with you across the country
You hung me on your bunk
Twenty-two and we move again
You place me on your mirror again
But now I protect you and another
Today you hang me on another crib
The little baby looks just like you
She sleeps peacefully just like you did, 31 years ago
I was told to be an object and write a poem about it. That's what I did.
