Oh my dear one, my darling one, oh-
see how the angel's trumpets have unfurled
to announce that you are coming home.
Oh my sweet one, my ever young one, oh-
I have my reddest cap ready
to see you safely home.
Drink up the magic, little one,
along with your milk and blood,
until you are big enough to tip your sword
with the monkshood growing on the hill.
Oh my cherished one, my loved one, oh -
Mamma has raised many seedlings
and she'll lose none of them to any
who threaten her home.
Song Choice: Not the Villain by SJ Tucker
This poem is linked up to the Tuesday Platform in Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads and Poets United, Poetry Pantry 418.