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Hush Now
 
Hush now, my little one,
little dove, little love.
Mummy will hold you
and rock you to sleep.
The fever, such fever,
is burning, consuming.
Hushabye, baby girl,
it is best not to weep.

Like a candle in the wind
your little life flutters.
Mummy shelters the candle
so the tender flame ne'er gutters.

Poor, fevered little brow,
will you ever cool again?
If only you could tell me, Sweet,
where you're feeling pain.
Alone, we are, my Sweetling,
your daddy's gone to war.
I fear that he might see
his little child no more.

News from the front
brings horror to my heart.
I pray,
but my imaginings are wild.
Oh will the morning never come?
I can't imagine what I've done.
However did I earn
this obdurate loneliness?

By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: FreeVerse - Like a Candle inthe Wind (challenge has been closed)


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This Poem is part of a Challenge: FreeVerse - Like a Candle inthe Wind (challenge has been closed)


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