The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Mind you, I've always been musical... Mother used to sit me on her knee and I'd whisper, 'Mummy, Mummy, sing me a lullaby do,' and she'd say: 'Certainly my angel, my wee bundle of happiness, hold my beer while I fetch me banjo.'
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
Mom was always doing something for somebody. She came from a Czech background, one that made her a devout Catholic and gave her a strong belief in the family.
Any film I see at two o'clock in afternoon with my mother seems to cast a strange spell that means we both come out sobbing.
Basically, my mother couldn't hold a tune and when I was a baby, a rather tactless baby, I would ask her not to sing... you can't get to sleep if someone is singing off key nearby.
Just as a mother finds pleasure in taking her little child on her lap, there to feed and caress him, in like manner our loving God shows His fondness for His beloved souls who have given themselves entirely to Him and have placed all their hope in His goodness.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
It is the nurse that the child first hears, and her words that he will first attempt to imitate.
What are Raphael's Madonnas but the shadow of a mother's love, fixed in permanent outline forever?
I don't do lullabyes.