The Lullaby

Memories floating by the fireplace

There was a lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was little. It reminded me of a warm breeze in winter, when I stayed late by the fireplace while my uncle told us stories of the ancient tombs he had ventured in. I remembered laying on the fluffy carpet, snuggling by my mother's feet. It was nice and warm... It was.

Oh, my little star,

the moon shines above

It watches for your safety

And with a smile filled with love

It tucks you in to sleep at night with a hug

That dear bright blue moon

Will forever watch over you, my love

Her melodic voice filled the coldness of the room and I was reminded of my uncle's loving smile as he listened attentively. The warmth of the fire kept me humming as the voice of my mother traveled deep throughout the castle.

There was nothing like that lullaby which I keep near my heart still. For her love seeped into every word like if pieces of her soul fluttering in the wind.

She always wore a blue tunic which shone like a star, it reminded me of the bright blue moon of which she sung. Maybe I was her little star. Maybe she was the moon. The only thing I could not argue with every night was the smile filled with love she gave me as she tuck me in to sleep with a warm hug.

Reviews

[Soraya]

She is definitely the moon, cute and soft

[Tiny Drop]

For sure, Soraya. The kindness and love of a mother is always like a moon, always bright and true, while watching over you.