A lullaby for his Princess

sleeping in a cocoon

that he built for her

with his own hands

Snuggling into the cocoon

that spelt Dad

rocking to the rhythm

of a lullaby

Dreaming of fairies

little princes and princesses

snug in the land of a lullaby

sung in the familiar voice

of love, of warmth

of an elusive tenderness

in the familiar voice

that spelt Dad

A familiar face

fades into the land

of lullabies, fairies

princes, princesses

Was Dad

just the long ago dream

of a scared child?

Asks a weary, old today