A Message To The Cradle

A Message To The Cradle






Go, ye night
Give him a kiss, my knight
Tell him a funny tale
To wash his cheeks with a gale

Tickle his toes with a loving thumb
Till he cackles and his cares go numb
Pat his curly black hair
Till it becomes an angels lair

Kindle his eyes with a bright toy
Make his night a box of joy
Kiss his lips with a happy song
Play him a tune with Nature’s gong

Caress his skin till it softens like silk
So all may know of his baronial ilk
Tell him the tale of the fairy and the sage
So he may grow like every other child his age

Give him a dream of a thousand lights
So he may know he stands in Gods sights
At first light, place upon his feet an altar
And bless his day with a prayer

When he wakes, tell him of his father
And how much he loved his mother
Tell him father stares at empty roads
Looking out for him and his maternal loads

Go, ye night
And be my sight
I am faraway and
Cannot be with him today

For my lil boy

Ohmston Weth


14 thoughts on “A Message To The Cradle” by Ohmston Weth (@ohmston)

  1. Hmmm. Thoughtful – sensitive.

  2. Fantastic.

    But I didn’t get this section:

    “Tell him father stares at empty roads
    Looking out for him and his maternal loads”

    Well done. Keep improving your art.

    1. Father stares at empty roads denotes the child is away and the father is filled with expectation, hoping he’ll someday return. Looking out for him and his maternal loads spells the child is away with the mother and her people… so the father awaits his sons return from his mother

  3. Washing his cheeks with gales sounds scary, he might be carried away. Good poem though.

    1. I hope he isnt washed away. thanks Myne

  4. This is supposed to be a great poem. But I have been reading up some poetry and comparing those with this… You have a long way to go.
    There is something I do always when I start feeling that I have arrived: I picture my works placed in an anthology with WS, Clark Achebe etc. The difference is always humbling.
    So, compare yours with established works out there, compare with the masters and see if you measure up.
    Well done.

    1. Oga…This poem is personal and no amount of your recommendations can change that. That is how he chose for it to be. Quod erat demonstrandum!

      1. If you decided to write about the death or birth of any of your family members or relatives, would you expect it to be compared with any works of other ‘established’ poets? and yes, I am ‘carrying it on my head’!

    2. @Kaycee: It is a great poem, and you should know, I write to express never to impress.

  5. Awww touching.
    It feels even particularly so bcos I fancy myself to be in the know in some kinda way. The recurring tone of your longings is so apparent.
    I have said it before so I’ll just say it again for the lustre of a sincere praise never dulls with droning… your poems get me most of the time and this Sir, is my personal favorite @ohmston.

    I think I’m gon’ share this

    1. Ah! you honour me, kind Sir. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  6. Very nice poem. The rhymes are nice too.

    What’s the idea behind the. Poem? Parents who gave a child up for adoption?

    1. Well not really. it tells the story of a father who is forced to part with his son by unamed circumstances. but the last stanza shows the child is in the mothers keep or doesnt it?

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