A Mother's Song

by Glen Martin Fitch

The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
The winds, they die.
The winds they blast.

Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines
As he darts mid the rigging and sails?
Does his ship rock him calm like the cradle?
Is his soup on his chin in a gale?
There'll be no sleep, tonight.
Oh, where sleeps my laddie tonight?

In the tub he was always in soap swells.
In my womb he would bound all night long.
Does he kick when he's dreaming of Neptune
Or does Neptune now join him in song?

The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
The winds, they die.
The winds, they blast.

Can Sirens sing "Lullaby Laddie?"
Do the Mermaids kiss foreheads ‘Sweet dreams’?
On the mast in the squall will he hear me
When in tears to the waves my heart screams:
"Oh, where sleeps my boy, tonight?
Oh, where lies my laddie, tonight?"


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011