Another Saturday has rolled around, and Mrs. Jenny at "…off on my tangent…" has offered the prompt, "Hush little baby, don't you cry…" for this week's Saturday Centus. If you don't know about this fabulous blog, to learn the rules and all that, please click on the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar.
And, if you have time, please go back to last Saturday's meme and read my granddaughter's first serious poem at "New Poet @ Small stories and Stuff." It wasn't posted until yesterday because of issues with Blogger.
So what shall I do with this week's prompt? Here goes.
Jane’s head wobbled as she peddled her grandmother's cradle with one foot, then the other. Exhausted and sleep deprived, she had resorted to lying Joseph in the cradle and rocking it from her precarious perch on the edge her chair.
Every time she stopped the rhythmic motion of the cradle, Joseph tuned his windpipes and blared out like a trumpet. Her response was to croon “Hush little baby, don’t you cry,” over and over. She leaned back in the chair, fell into a light sleep. When the cradle wound down, there was quiet in the nursery.
Until, from down the hall, “Mama, I’m hungry.”
The baby bellowed.
© cj Schlottman
5 years ago
