poems sung

I believe it was MacDonald who said that poems should be sung. I am coming to realize this point. My 2nd youngest daughter (or 4th born if you will) was not entirely ready to go to sleep tonight. I was priveledged to hold her in my arms as I rocked her to sleepiness (I can rarely last long enough for her to go to sleep).

I sang to her. I couldn't even tell you what I sang. I know it was about her prettiness in comparison to the moon. It was beautiful in the moment, and inspired by MacDonald. See I had just finished reading The Princess and Curdie to the other kids. The moment was absolutely wonderful. I sat there rocking like that of a metronome. She lay in my arms not as a child, but as an infant. There are few things as precious as holding an infant. They have no choice but to relax and just lay in your arms. I miss that as my children grow older. This was one of those moments though. She lay in my arms. She was basking in the seranade of the moon. She lay in my arms as an infant. Limp and warm. My heart sank as it filled with affection for the precious moment.