My Lullaby

lull-a-by
n. pl. lull-a-bies
:A soothing song in which to lull a child to sleep

I slept through the night with the help of my new best friend Ambien last night. The wicked dreams that usually haunt me of the pain of that day, the color of his scrubs, his hands, did not visit me last night. Instead, it was the beautiful humming of "Hush, Little Baby". I have spent the last hour analyzing this song. I have come up with nothing. Maybe something with the looking glass. I am blank, and it bothers me. ALOT. What am I missing? Maybe it was nothing.

But for the first time in weeks, nights, hours, I am not thinking about how much I hurt, but rather a lullaby. For the first time in many many nights, I did not have my only nightmare, rather a lullaby. For the first time, that soothing song kept me asleep through the whole night. I woke with no tear.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

If that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

If that diamond ring turns to brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.

If that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy-goat.

If that billy-goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.

If that cart and bull turns over,
Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

If that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart.

If that horse and cart falls down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.