Being lulled to sleep. It was an enticing notion. But what would form their lullaby? She turned anxious eyes to this dearest soul, and saw nothing but gentle comfort.
I used to care for children. A lot of children. Other people’s children. I often sang them to sleep. I did not realize the nature of the
“lullabys” I sang until one of them asked me why the songs I sang were so sad. I was singing them mourning songs and suffregete songs.
The lullaby had an instant effect. The baby was screaming one minute, with drool draining his mouth, snot flying over his checks and tears like a waterfall going down the face. She sang it once, a lullaby from a distant planet, and the baby instantly fell asleep.
Being lulled to sleep. It was an enticing notion. But what would form their lullaby? She turned anxious eyes to this dearest soul, and saw nothing but gentle comfort.
I used to care for children. A lot of children. Other people’s children. I often sang them to sleep. I did not realize the nature of the
“lullabys” I sang until one of them asked me why the songs I sang were so sad. I was singing them mourning songs and suffregete songs.
The lullaby had an instant effect. The baby was screaming one minute, with drool draining his mouth, snot flying over his checks and tears like a waterfall going down the face. She sang it once, a lullaby from a distant planet, and the baby instantly fell asleep.