The empty space resided in my unknowing mind. But a smile left a trace of joy on my face that would banish the hardships from the day of toil to end. Who caused that so? My Mama.
Mama sang her favorite lullaby which used to be Grandma's. The night willfully accompanied her with the power of chant. In my crib I swallowed my dream deep down to a somnolent path.
Mama sings the lullaby. Hoping jealousy not be borne, I escape and hide behind the walls. "Mama, could you sing that to me?" And tears begin to fall as my juvenile brother sleeps so tight.
Thursday, 24 Jul 2025,
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