Family Tree updated. Title change and addition LULABY

Life and death, there are so many unanswered questions. Much sorrow left behind and a little fear of what the future holds for us when faced with the facts of life. Xena

Fear is palpable, isn't it, Joe? So is love. Lull-a-bye... aren't we lulled into ordinariness if not for these things that give rise to passion? ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

Ann of Norway The sound of each bead is described in the memory as a voice, ever turning round and round in the mind of thoughts, their moments glinting the stonger flashes in our hearts; this ever revolving circle of life's existence, its expressions and varied character of face and speech, making the complete symphony when it arrives at us, the conscious one, looking again into the mirrors of the past and divining that past we wonder what thoughts will glint of our existence when we are no more. Lullaby's are the foundation of love that keeps us holding onto life, those memories are part of who we are, they are important and eternal. I love the addition of the last two lines, it gave an intimacy of being, that carries through from generation to generation. Annuccia.

I read this poem and I have been a bit distracted myself and want you to know I hear this lullaby and I feel this write of yours, deeply. For every second of your day may you spend it as you wish and thoughts so dear to you always stay close in your heart as they shall. Missed a couple of yours, will catch up soon Love, Mona xoxoxo