Favorite Fridays

This poem is a lullaby my grandmother used to sing to me and my sisters. She wrote quite a bit of poetry, and I plan to post more once I find them, this one I know by heart. 

If you can't tell, the holidays brings out certain emotions that make me miss her a lot, lot, lot. 

BY: LaRa Woznicki

Go to sleep, my little one
Go to sleep, the day is done
Soon you'll see the rising sun
Go to sleep my little one.

Go to sleep, close your eyes
Go to sleep, and by and by
Angels guard your little bed
Go to sleep, my sleepy head


Go to sleep, my little one
Go to sleep, the day is done
God watch o'er you all night long
Go to sleep, 'til mornings dawn