Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I've been going back in my mind searching for all the lullabyes that sailed me gently off to sea at night. This morning I was rushing to fold clothes while my hands were free, and all of a sudden I heard the sweet sound of my mother's voice singing Tender Shepherd, the lullabye from Peter Pan, to little Rowen. Long ago she used to rock me by the fireplace and sing this, her voice silvery and cool like the snow on the other side of the window. I had almost forgotten. We will sing this tomorrow night.