poppy's boy

When I was a little girl,
my parents always sang the same lullaby.
It was a simple song they made up
to the tune of "this is the day."

"This is daddy's (mommy) girl

This is daddy's girl

And her name is Stephanie..."

Over and over until my eyes,
finally heavy in sleep
would close for the night.

John Mark gets the same song.
Every night with them he hears

"This is poppy's boy

This is poppy's boy

And his name is John Mark..."

Over and over until his eyes,
finally heavy in sleep
close for the night.

Tonight was no different.
Dad had John Mark in his chair,
John Mark was laying there
when I noticed he was singing words:

"poppy's boy

poppy's boy

non-nart"

He was singing my dad's lullaby to himself.