Auburn Eloquence

A poem that a friend and myself worked on.

A single mother sings a lullaby

A burlesque beat to rock her heart to sleep

The babe rests her head on the soft pillow

Her cinnamon tears coming to rest

She lays there not knowing what the future holds

A satin dream lets itself unfold

To the greatness and pureness of this ones heart

A translucent wish from a purple heart

The crimson blood of greatness flows through her veins

Like the fresh taste of raspberry champagne

To celebrate the success in life

She is but an icicle preparing to melt

To reveal her true self

She needs to breathe ivory

In order to understand the essence of life

And twirl like the marble on her floor.

 

-Mandi Doyle and Steven Beach