Oh Child

Oh, child.
Oh, my child,
be still, child,
be still.

There is peace, child.
There is joy, child.
There is love, child.
There is hope.

Oh, child,
oh my child.
Be still, child.
Be still and
sleep.






July 2019 - When Charlie was a few months old, I wrote a little lullaby for him that I sang at times when he needed to hear my voice quietly—bedtimes, or when he was fussing, or when I’d feed him a bottle. Almost five years later, it is a part of all three kids’ childhoods and still calms them down when life is scary. I think there is tremendous strength in just remembering, at dark moments, that light exists: there is joy, and peace, and love. And even if we do not feel them now—there is also, and always, hope. Hope for better things, hope for change, hope that love and joy and peace—which cannot be destroyed—will visit again soon.