一段小夜曲（3）

    et as many bedtime songs as she   for a fly of her oo that easily. and i couldn’t bear to alloe to cry herself to sleep.

    but i ro tired of the songs i had previously been so eager to sing.  tedium isn’t necessarily a liability in a lullaby—it is possible to bore a child to sleep—but i found myself yearning for a little musical variety. i realized that it oing to take more than my tiny collection of lullabies to get my daughter to sleep.

    in the months that follos so that i could add the best ones to my repertoire. i evaluated each tune according to tessa’s personal  rating system：she fussed and fro, and commanded,  “again, mama, ”  i auditioned made our lullaby hit parade. i like gershs make surprisingly effective lullabies. the lyrics are a bit melancholy, but the rolling rhythms of“red river valley, ”“i ride an old paint, ”and“do, like riding a gentle old pony into the sunset.  likes that ht, ladies, ”“let me call you s by a solo alto instead of a barbershop quartet. and tessa loved the folk songs my mother sang to me all those years ago, songs like“the big rock candy mountain. ”“i’ve been  on the railroad, ”and  tessa’s favorite. “the riddle song, ””：

    i gave my love a cherry that had no stone

    i gave my love a chicken that had no bone

    i gave my love a story that had no end

    i gave my love a baby ’.

    after eleven or ts, tessa ht eyes  groular. carefully, i hts, until finally tessa learned that  for long and that a cry of “mama!” me back.

    tessa is six no to hold across my lap, so i sing to her in bed. it no longer takes a dozen songs to get her to sleep；usually one is enough.

    “ tonight?”i ask, stroking her hair.

    “the cherry song, ”she al her that s of unending love.

    a cherry er a e of her bed thinking hoht from the hall illuminating the curve of her cheek and shining like a moonbeam on her sleek black hair. i oment ake memories that will.</p>

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