Ramblings of the Soul (✅)

Vilomah

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a widow bird, and if that widow bird falls ill, Mama's gonna beat it with an espadrille!

How was that, hunny?
Did you love Mommy's song?
Oh, child, speak to Mommy, she hasn't been gone that long.
I've bought you a new teddy, sweetheart, do you like it?

Naughty, baby!

You're so dirty!
What has Mommy told you about filth?
Doesn't that fill your heart with guilt?
Mommy is upset, but she still loves you so, lately you've gotten so very slow.
Quiet, you are, but Mommy doesn't mind.
All that I want is for you to be mine.

Dear, you've gotten so frail!
Oh, please, tell Mommy that you haven't fallen ill!
Do you want to end up like the widow bird, little one?
Tender, sweet, and mild, please do not feel reviled, child.
Mommy loves you, yes she does, and you're the only one Mommy will ever love.
They will not take you away, precious, you'll wake up, they'll see.
Nobody will ever take you away from me.
You refuse to eat, but that's okay, I shall save it for another day.
It's almost Christmas time, you know?
Maybe Daddy will put on another puppet show.
He is sleeping now, but this I will allow.
I do not need that man, not when I have you, my child, even if you can no longer stand.
Mommy will protect you, yes she will, because she loves you still.
Forever is how long it'll be, our love shall last an eternity.

Mommy shall let you rest and sing you a lullaby.
Promise Mommy you'll open your eyes upon sunrise?
She misses those jewels, yes she does, the jewels who are now lost.
Do not worry, precious, we shall find them, Mommy is not angry.
Simply continue to obey me.
You do remember what happened last time, don't you?

It's alright, we'll get through.
Tomorrow, would you like to go to the zoo?
Mommy knows how much you adore it, never doubt a mother's wit.

Okay, baby, it is now time to sleep.
I pray to the angels our souls to keep.
Daddy and Mommy will be waiting even though we are no longer communicating.

Now, hush, little baby, don't say a word, my child that is yet to stir.