My mum would sing to me
with her own lyrics
sweetly singing to her sixth child,
her worst sleeper yet
she’d repeat to me how much she loved me
to the tune of Brahms Lullaby.
My dad would sing me Johnny Cash
Don’t Take your Guns to Town
And I always held out hope that maybe
Billlie Joe would leave his guns at home, son
but he never did.
My daughter isn’t one much for lullabies
Despite her namesake being a song
She’d much prefer nursery rhymes
to any of our old favourites.
She is after all
my little twinkling star;
Crazy and beautiful and shining so bright
I wonder at her daily.
My son, however, had many songs
repeated over and over
as he fought sleep like it was his nemesis,
an eclectic soundtrack including
Crowded House, Radiohead and John Lennon.
The battle was waged for years
he would even sing along in protest
“Bwing down the guvva mint”
But one song would outlast the rest
and claim the victory of being his.
He still requests “Shadows” when he can’t sleep
His code for Evermore’s Never Let You Go
I’ve been singing the same song for six years now
and sometimes when I sing it my voice catches
Because parenting is letting go
Over and over
Pieces of your heart breaking off and leaving
And one day completely walking out the door.
The other day he found it on the Ipod
And as he pressed play and those early days came flooding back,
He looked at me with such love
The boy who made me a mother
And my heart almost exploded in that moment.
Yes, he will grow, and he will leave
But we will always be connected.
This is my response for the prompt Lullaby for Wolf & Word’s Monthly writing prompt
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Joining in with Shells in the Bush for Blogtoberfest : a blog post a day for the month of October.
Blogtoberfest 13 – Day 3