Mother's Lullaby

   As I was writing a story, I am currently working on, there is a scene where one of my male characters is whistling a tune. My main female character asks him what it is he is whistling. "A lullaby my mother sang to me when my brother and I were little," he tells her. And a lullaby begins to take shape in my head. As I was in the shower, creating the verses, a tune also begins to form. Love it!!!
    I made two lullabies changing two verses of the original for my story. The one I am going to share is not the story one but the one I plan on singing to my children. Enjoy!! Keep Writing.

Mother’s Lullaby

Come my, little one

To your soft sweet bed

Close your eyes to sleep

Dreams to fill your head

Mother guards o’er you

Moon is rising nigh

Darkness now descends

Stars protect the sky

Creatures of legend

To your dreams may come

Do not be afraid

My brave, little one

May Light befriend you

Dark Ones you will fight

Mother guards o’er you

Keep you safe this night

Pray the Light guide you

To the Blessed Halls

Sentries tower o’er them

The gates hear your call

Mother guards o’er you

Steadfast, little one

Walk the Blessed Hall

‘Til the end you come

God sitting within

Your presence awaits

In his hands he holds

Gifts, do not forsake

Take hold of your gifts

Tightly, little one

Mother guards o’er you

Your life yet undone

Wrap Light around you

From the Halls you’ll go

Will safely guide you

In choices you’ll sew

Mother guard o’er you

The battle has begun

Giving you much strength

‘Til the battles won

Come my little one

From your soft wee bed

Open eyes from sleep

Dreams still in your head

Mother guard o’er you

Past the break of day

Let my voice lead you

Through the bleakest way