She beat the devil after all
Bye-lo, My babyThe moon is a cradle,
A bright, shining cradle
hung up in the sky.
The clouds are your pillows,
soft soft and so downy,
so bye-lo, my baby
rock a bye, bye.
It was on your terms till the end. Nice touch taking the power out in that room when you went. I'll miss you Grandma.
(thanks Juge for the lullaby reminder)
posted by Lola @ 8:58 AM
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