"Singing Lullabyes"; a poem for my parents

This poem is in special dedication to my mother and father, because without them, my dreams would have never been realized.

"Singing Lullabyes"

'Over in Killarney, many years ago....' my mother sang to me.

'Trot trot Boston, Trot trot to Lynn, watch out honey, you might fall in!'

my father shouted as I bounced on his knee.

Every time I bruised my shin,

or even had a youthful grin,

my parents were there,

watching me fly through time feeling light as the air.

Shoe lacing,

tongue tying,

or even a really good joke makes my father a king in my eyes.

Nerve wracking,

head scratching,

or even playfully proving my mother wrong makes my father a king in my eyes.

My mother,

his gorgeous queen,

with curls about her hair that could make any woman jealous,

she is the all powerful ruler of this home we live in.

Above all others,

in my eyes she gleams,

with love about her heirs that could make anyone love her.

As I am now grown,

my parents moanat the thought of seeing their baby girl go.

It's hard to imagine those days when I was so young,

to now be grown,

doing things on my own.

So a farewell to the lullabyes,

those days well spent,

and thank you to my family

for making my life so content.