Anything But Porcelain
Ari Gunther Hawthorn
She said softly then she began to sing a German lullaby she had learned in school once because she loved it
“Shlaf, Kindlien, shlaf, Der Vater hut die Schaaf, Die Mutter schuttelts Baumelein, Da falls herb win Traumelein…Shlaf, Kindlien, schlaf….”
She then sang the translation of the first verse
“Sleep, my child, sleep… Your Father tends the sheep….Your Mother shakes the apple tree…As Falls down a dream for thee…sleep, my child, sleep…”
She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair before switching to a different song in the middle of the current song. Romero smiled and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep as she sang