Not all lullabies are sung quietly…
I am staying in a little cabin in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with my teenage boys and their friend. They sleep in the space above me, on the second floor, all together in one room. They love having their own space!
I was lulled to sleep
by laughing, yelling, and clicking
as the boys played Mario Cart,
together, late into the night.
Lying in bed, I smiled.
Mother’s lullabies change over the years…
Sometimes they sing them,
Sometimes they are heard…
You are moving way too fast!