Hush
Hush little baby. Don’t say a word,
Daddy gonna buy you a heaven to rest in.
There will be pillows of plush.
It will be quiet, but you won’t be lonely.
You’ll be as snug as a bug,
And nothing will itch,
And no one will call you a bitch.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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