Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star….”
The gentle afternoon breeze crooned outside the window, along with the melodious singing of a young woman. The voice was soft and delicate –as soft as the flitting of butterfly wings, as delicate as a mother’s touch. It echoed in the cool azure sky, almost like the shrine bell in the January sky, distance yet clear as it was being soothed by the cozy siesta breeze. The sunshine was being filtered through a canopy of leaves, warmth radiating through and into the small cottage.
“How I wonder what you are….” The brunette woman –a soon-to-be mother– continued daintily to her bloated tummy; another life within. Her child, her very first precious child, so precious that not even the extortionate diamond that received …show more content…
The song was the only connection between her and her son, the only thing that kept her sane, that only thing that made her feel like her son is right there with her. So she did not stop, not for the next 4 hours. She throat felt sore, but she did not care. Her son was here with her; her son was right in her arms, even though her husband was not; her son was listening to her singing. She still had her son to rely on, she knew it. She knew her son was just as alive as everyone else was. She knew her son was just asleep, and soon he would wake up and start sucking his thumbs like any other newborns do. She knew she needed to sing the song.
She knew it was a lie, but she felt it.
She felt the warm that radiated from her son. She felt his heartbeat. She felt the twitching of his fingers.
He was alive.
He was alive, just like everyone else. He was alive, just like she was. The warmth that he emitted made her felt alive in ages. The cry that many mothers found annoying was solely heavenly music to her ears. The nudging that many found uncomfortable became the most pleasant feeling she ever felt.
He was alive—her son was alive.
And she cried, but she never did stop singing as she caressed her son’s cherubic cheek.
“Twinkle twinkle…little..star….How..I wonder…what you
The gentle afternoon breeze crooned outside the window, along with the melodious singing of a young woman. The voice was soft and delicate –as soft as the flitting of butterfly wings, as delicate as a mother’s touch. It echoed in the cool azure sky, almost like the shrine bell in the January sky, distance yet clear as it was being soothed by the cozy siesta breeze. The sunshine was being filtered through a canopy of leaves, warmth radiating through and into the small cottage.
“How I wonder what you are….” The brunette woman –a soon-to-be mother– continued daintily to her bloated tummy; another life within. Her child, her very first precious child, so precious that not even the extortionate diamond that received …show more content…
The song was the only connection between her and her son, the only thing that kept her sane, that only thing that made her feel like her son is right there with her. So she did not stop, not for the next 4 hours. She throat felt sore, but she did not care. Her son was here with her; her son was right in her arms, even though her husband was not; her son was listening to her singing. She still had her son to rely on, she knew it. She knew her son was just as alive as everyone else was. She knew her son was just asleep, and soon he would wake up and start sucking his thumbs like any other newborns do. She knew she needed to sing the song.
She knew it was a lie, but she felt it.
She felt the warm that radiated from her son. She felt his heartbeat. She felt the twitching of his fingers.
He was alive.
He was alive, just like everyone else. He was alive, just like she was. The warmth that he emitted made her felt alive in ages. The cry that many mothers found annoying was solely heavenly music to her ears. The nudging that many found uncomfortable became the most pleasant feeling she ever felt.
He was alive—her son was alive.
And she cried, but she never did stop singing as she caressed her son’s cherubic cheek.
“Twinkle twinkle…little..star….How..I wonder…what you