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Lullaby makes me think of sleep, music, song. I also think of peaceful, tranquil, loving, restful, dreams, and calming. It is a sweet song for babies, bringing thim comfort and warmth.
By Errin on 05.20.2013
He sang me a lullaby through his teeth. The melody traveled past his lips and into my earlobes. His words swirled about in my mind, flowed through all my blue veins, and nestled in my stomach, where the butterflies roam.
By Kayla Pongrac URL on 05.20.2013
Lullaby is a nice word. So I am thinking about it. But singing one is pretty difficult and requires a mother’s voice, a mother’s warmth and her love. This is meant to calm down the baby and to bring the childs voice down and
By Simion on 05.20.2013
I sing you to sleep my dear child… your breathing starts to slow & calm after the long, stressful day you’ve had. I hope that my soft lullaby can do its job and lull you to a soft sleep. The peace comes over not only you, my baby, but over the entire household. Lullaby.
By Caroline on 05.20.2013
There once was a young woman who sang a lullaby to her child. With no other music in her tiny world, the child learned to trust her mother through the words she sang. No lullaby was every enough.
By Marnie Cushing on 05.20.2013
rock a bye baby on the tree top. I think it is so sweet that parents will sing to their children when they go to sleep. its connection. Bringing mother, father and child together. Connections that will last forever. Love. Family. It all means something and it starts with a Lullaby.
By AJ on 05.20.2013
Sweet flute wiggles my ears. Plastic guitars and brazilian voices sooth my unconscienceness. Oh let me sleep
By Alex on 05.20.2013
When i was a young boy, I’d get a lullaby. A lullaby would be sung to me! I look forward to those lullabies, I’d wait for them all week. Then one week it did not come and I just could not sleep :(
By A-Roo on 05.20.2013
The tune of a sweet lullaby
tickles like my mind like a little child’s mind
the sweet tune
and sweet memories
of a moment
and of melodies
sing to me
like I am a child
The tune of a sweet lullaby.
By Aakriti URL on 05.20.2013
I heard the gentle lullaby waft through the neighbour’s window and it called memories of my childhood, my mother singing softly to me to make me fall asleep. It was making me fatugiued just listening to it, and I was thinking about the neighbour’s baby who must be falling asleep to it as well.
By Carolyn on 05.20.2013
Softly. sweetly, he said goodnight, or was it goodbye. The sound of his words was like a lullaby I’d heard in some distant dream.
By Caysee URL on 05.20.2013
“Go to sleep, little Ann–go to sleep my sweet darling,”
Her soft soothing voice didn’t kill the dull sounds of gunfire, the loud wrecking noise made by torn barriers, the blood-filled screams that were everywhere, and the firing of cannons.
Her little lullaby didn’t help ease the pain that racked her entire body, didn’t stop the blood from oozing from her leg, didn’t quell her shaking hands from twitching.
“Close your eyes, my dear Ann, see the stars smile to you,”
Her pleasant song didn’t prevent her from gasping when she heard raging footsteps above her, the muffled voice of the shouting commander, and the almost non-existent cries of many soldiers.
It also didn’t stop them from kneeling into position, guns held in one hand and a rosary in another. She still heard the little pleas to God–the one that hung above them to be blown away or shot by a bullet.
“Go to sleep, go to sleep, paradise is upon your reach,”
The crying Ann didn’t halt the commander from yelling “Fire!”, didn’t prevent the thunderous gunfire, didn’t help them with their uneasy worries and shuffles of doubt.
Nothing she did prevented anything from stopping.
But she kept singing, anyway.
“Go to sleep, go to sleep, tomorrow awaits for you.”
It didn’t cease her hot tears that slid down her cheeks, the silent sobs that kept her from breathing normally, and the thud of men falling to their knees, one after another. It didn’t stop her mind from thinking of the men and their families–the dead and the dying.
The lullaby didn’t stop anything at all.
So she tried once more. “Go to sleep, little Ann, go to sleep my sweet darling…”
By teddygit URL on 05.20.2013
singing songs to go to bed at night, there’s this rap i heard once that was a lullaby. it reminds of jesus and he’s dumbbbbbb. this is a pointless exercise, i have math homework to do right now. the final is going to make me cry. so sing me a lullaby.
By Micaela on 05.20.2013
Holy goodness, it seems that my lullaby never gone big. “What?” He answered shocked to my comment.
“It’s just that way in the writing world i guess””
By OMGWTFBBQ JEROMY GRABLE KTHXBAI URL on 05.20.2013
The mother sang her brand new infant a lullaby to make her go to sleep. Lullaby’s usually make baby’s go to sleep much faster.
By Connor Dillon on 05.20.2013
lullaby sounds rather like a symphony. beautiful music. music that lies within the letters. sounds rather like lollipop. Umm, never complicated; simple and pretty!
By Sarah x) on 05.20.2013
Mothers sing lullaby songs to their babies. It sound beautiful to the baby’s ears. They be smiling or giggling but slowly drifting off to sleep. Its sooo prrp
By Vixen Black URL on 05.20.2013
you do not like the song that my skin sings.
the paleness of yours was dependent
on the brownness of mine.
i am only an oriental tune
(played on bamboo sticks and…
and trees with names you don’t care to learn).
what a strange contortion of tongues.
what a bizarre concontion of sounds.
By h. b. URL on 05.20.2013
All I wanted was a lullaby,
a simple song to ease my mind.
And guide me into gentle sleep,
I’d long forsaken counting sheep.
A whisper through my clouded thoughts,
To recall a peace I had forgot.
By Jake on 05.20.2013
Sandra sang softly to her daughter, ignoring the raging sounds around them. She was standing in the back of a bus. It was 1960, and Sandra, as a black woman, couldn’t have a proper seat on the bus, even when she was with Lily, her baby. It was a sad situation. The lullaby was soft and sweet, but Sandra doubted that Lily could hear it over the jeers of the white teenagers a few rows back.
By Rachel on 05.20.2013
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