Lullabye by James D. Irwin

I only remember my dad a little. He left when I was about five. Mum said he was full of empty promises. I knew what she meant--- every night he'd sing to me about buying me mockingbirds, and diamond rings, and looking glasses, and billy goats... He never followed through.

Lullabye by Sara Travis

I sing her to sleep. I hold her close to my chest. I cradle her in my arms, and I sing her sleep. Not my baby in blood, but in heart, in feeling, in a mother’s intuition, I know she’s mine, risen again and come back to me. My baby. All mine. And there ain’t no one can take her away from me. Not this time. Never again. She’s mine. All mine. I sing her to sleep. I hold her close to my chest. I cradle her in my arms, and I sing her sleep.

Lullabye by Lesley Whyte

For my fourth birthday, they bought me a doll house. It was a beautiful thing, carved to look like my grandparents' house. The one that got sold off the year before. I didn't know if it had been made specially for me or if it had been in the house somewhere before they sold it. I played with it every day, morning 'til night. And then, when Mummy and Daddy woke me up, I'd sneak out of bed and play with it some more.

For my fifth birthday, they got me a bird. A real live bird. I was scared of birds, so I put its cage in the doll house and spun it around so I couldn't see the bird anymore. It would flap and sqwawk and make this horrible keening noise all through the day and night. I couldn't play with the doll house anymore. So when Mummy and Daddy woke me up, I'd sing the mockingbird song to myself, over and over and over until they stopped.

For my sixth birthday, they didn't get me anything. They were gone by then. Mummy lives in a big house with lots of other women now. They won't let me see her. They won't tell me where Daddy is.

Lullabye by Solomon Blaze

Something in me

Once was dead,


Breaks on through

As Light in stead.


I am (not) borne to any Path.


I am Love and I am Wrath.


The Riptide come;

I am Downed...


Until the Next Time.

Lullabye by Nick Trussler

Go to sleep, go to sleep

Daddy has got a shotgun

Go to sleep, go to sleep

He’s pointing it at your heads

Go to sleep, go to sleep

Before the bank repossess our house

Go to sleep, go to sleep

There’s no need to wake up

Day Twenty-Three

And today's prompt is...

Lullabye