My grandma always sang me to sleep
“there lived an angel in the cerulean sky
wove sapphire yarns embroidered with
lilac, pink and crimson fleece
people called it sunset
sometimes she blotted them grey
her tears kissed the earth
leaving behind her scent and bow
people called it rain
every dawn, birds twittered her a visit
rooster hailed cock-a-doodle-doo
so merrily she embroidered them golden
breathed tender breeze swaying trees
people called it sunrise”
one night my grandma sang herself to sleep
her woven neverland forever lost
until I became a grandma and sang
“there lived an angel in the cerulean sky
embroidered with silver and multitudes
of orbs tucked in constellations
people called it night sky…”
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