One Memory

Now I lay me down to sleep,
The tune still hummed softly in the back of her mind.
Every night as a child,
every night her mother was home,
she sang her to sleep.

I pray The Lord my soul to keep,
She still smiled at the memory.
No,
she didn’t have a surplus of happy childhood memories.

Guard me Jesus through the night,
No,
she didn’t subscribe to any religious beliefs as an adult.
Her mother tried.
It didn’t stick.

Wake me with the morning light.
She never failed to follow up with the same jumble of silly sounds,
a tickling,
a kiss on the forehead,
and a “Goodnight,” before flipping off the lights.

While she didn’t have many childhood memories to make her smile,
she had this one.
She could still sing the prayer,
religious or not.
She could still remember the mass of jumbled sounds,
word for word.
She could still feel her mother’s fingers on her stomach and hear her own concurrent giggling,
just settling down as the lights flipped off with her mother’s voice fading out.

While she didn’t have childhood memories to make her smile,
she had this one.
And she always would.

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Author: Elendarin

Student pursuing a degree in psychology with a concentration in clinical psych. I enjoy writing, watching baseball, foreign languages, and being a massive nerd.

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