"Woke to melody floating through drowsy, held by the dark room, head. A
word or two, here and there dropping in. Words and melody of the
childhood lullaby, written by the favorite aunt, sung by the beloved
Mama. Later sung to own children, still later daughter sings to son.
Laying still for moments, embraced by deep love, inner light, melancholy
seeps in." January 2, 2013