Bride's lullaby

Grandma, sing a lullaby

The fine tune you made for me

I want all the fireflies, the

Glass bottle and light an entire night

Where are my milkweeds

Aeroplanes, milk and honey?

I stood with my umbrella

And the wind took it with her

For the tempest outside my land

And no news returned

There’s my Grandma, her voice

That ooze out of my walls

You’re the bride, the picture

The house and a forgotten lullaby

Grandma, sing a lullaby

The fine tune you made for me