Off to Nod


Within a silk lined cradle

Beneath a lavender spray

The infant in carnation

Dotted Swiss now lay

Tiny hands of porcelain

Folded neatly o’er her chest

Clung to a tiny rosary

That trailed along her dress

A bonnet with pink ribbons

Adorned the infant’s head

Baby’s breath and rosebuds

Perfumed the infant’s bed

Crafted from fine cherry

By hands calloused and broad

Of he who rocked her gently

And sang her off to Nod


©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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