Monday, May 4, 2009
No.5: Her lullabies
My mother use to sing us to sleep with her peaceful, beautiful voice. I remember her standing the doorway to our rooms, leaning against the wall or door frame with her arms crossed and a look of peace on her face. (Probably thinking, "Thank God I have all four of these kids in bed and the same time!") But only her songs came across to us in a soft gesture of peaceful sleep.
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