Wrote some songs

    
 Thought I never loved lullabies 
Even when they are singing for the kids.
Now I know that I need them for myself 
21 and no one’s willing 
A little hope 
For my life ahead 
I feel it for 
those who cherish 
I wish and I’ve begged 
Wrote some songs 
Wrong time right person 
Right time wrong person 
It’s a treason 
Wanna be a baby 
Oh I wanna be my momma’s baby 
As she would sing ‘em 
Undoubtedly.

-Ima-

This poem explores the speaker’s evolving perception of lullabies and their longing for comfort and nurturing. The speaker initially dismisses lullabies as something only meant for children but soon realizes their own need for solace and reassurance. At the age of 21, the speaker feels a lack of support and hopes for a brighter future. They empathize with those who cherish lullabies and express a desire to experience the innocence and unconditional love associated with being a baby. The poem touches on the conflicting dynamics of timing and compatibility in relationships, highlighting the feelings of betrayal and longing that can arise. Ultimately, the speaker yearns for the warmth and security that a lullaby, particularly one sung by their mother, can provide

– Ima –

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Just a thought……

A lullaby is defined traditionally and more realistically as a song sung by a mother to soothe a crying child. Could a lullaby, in a not-so-much-traditional sense, be defined as an acoustically pleasant sequence of sounds (can be quite subjective in my opinion), any sound, that possesses a certain quality that is somehow capable of taking your worries away in an instance, puts you in a better mood, calms you down, uplifts you from the depths of depression, liberates you from the clutches of anxiety. Could simply be, in all agreement, the sound of your mother’s voice or your father’s; or could it be the voice of any loved one comforting you at the right time in the right way, your dog’s own specific playful whine, the sound of a piano tune, a strong patter of rain outside the window in a stormy night, the therapeutic purrs of your feline companion? In acceptance of my definition, can we, even as beaten-down adults, somehow be included in this category of “children” who are in need of a maternal touch, as we discover new avenues in life? I in particular, as an immature child trapped in an adult body, wouldn’t at any cost, dismiss the lulling, soothing words of my dear mother (quite the contrary of melodious in my case) in times when that single voice is all I need to hear. Anyhow, I would like to consider us all “children” of some sort, no matter how old we get, in need of our very own specific form of “lullaby” during any given phase of this crazy ride of life. [shane]