Sing softy sweet nightingale,
Your notes make a soothing lullaby.
As a mother cradles her baby,
Precious moment that will soon go by.
Ever watching and protecting,
Made out of tenderness and love.
A gift granted by the great divine,
Watched over from the world above.
As you lie there, in bliss and innocence,
Bringing pleasure to those most dear.
For now just keep on sleeping,
And know there is no fear.
© N Windle
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Time stands for ever immortal
Our lives being only finite,
Consumed in the fire of lost years.
Gone the independence of youth,
We could not wait to grow up,
Older now but not always wiser.
Ravaged by the turmoil’s of life,
That etches marks like character on a page.
At times fame and adulation,
And at others left licking our wounds.
Moments like us soon to return to dust,
Blown away in the winds of time.
© N Windle
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