She sang just above a whisper…her sleeping baby on her thigh

having already succumbed to the enchantment of her mother’s lullaby.


The mother nodded when we stopped to listen before moving along

Then smiled at her baby and continued with her song.


The street was a buzz of people…a briskly moving throng.

Everyone too busy…too preoccupied…to hear this mother’s song.


But we felt privileged…

we felt honored we were there to spy

one of the greatest gifts we can witness in life…

a mother’s lullaby.


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This is very poignant.

This is very poignant.


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