We'll Be Sailing
"Oh won't you come with me, where the moon is made of gold, and in the morning sun, we'll be sailing, oh won't you come with me, where the ocean meets the sky and as the clouds roll by, we'll sing the song of the sea," I sang softly in my little warrior's ear. I rocked in an even pattern, listening to his silent snores. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth thinking about how he probably was dreaming of fighting giant dragons. Pulling him closer in my arms, I stood and laid him on his bed. When I laid him down, he made a noise of complaint and reached out to me, but I just kissed his forehead and walked to the door. Before returning to my room for the night, I gave a final goodnight to my little brother.
"Goodnight my little warrior," I said. "Sleep tight."