For a Song.

A Poem. Lyric.

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For a song,
She meditates.
Here daily, composed.

Her Babes Lullaby.
A Frequency. Arcadian Melody.
She Grieve with Hope.

From those Heavens to which God himself made —
for our Babes, to lay, to rest after their final breath. On their dying day.