A mother´s thoughts

by Kyrillia

Just a little poem about the feelings of mother , who is confronted to explain war to her child.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Lord of the Rings, Tolkien does !

Why don´t you sleep, my little one

What nightmare keeps your dreams away ?

What troubles you, my little one

I can hear

Thoughts in your head

Things you´d never dare to ask

Things, my little one

You should not know

You should not see

And never ever

And never ever,

Would I lie to you

But if, my little one

One day you find the strenght

To ask

What do I do ?

What shall I tell you, little one ?

What tale is there to tell ?

To ease your sleep

And not

To burden you with fear

Would I tell you

Of older days

Of times, when moonlight

Played softly in my hair

But if you ask, my little one

Of nowadays

I´d have to tell

Of how they took your father

How they took them all

Of battlefields

And rivers full of blood

And how they lied to us

So instead, my little one

I tell of days to come

Of joy

And pure delight

Rays of moonlight

In your hair

And your nightmare

Is no more

Now close your eyes, my little one

And go to sleep

I watch

And scare away

Bad dreams that come to frighten you

Instead I give you

Pleasant ones

And all the love

A mother has to give

So rest, my little one

Tomorrow´s just

A breath away

And the night is short