Below is the lyric of lullaby I wrote yesterday for all the babies that get separated from their mothers for short or long period’s of time. It came about after this weekend’s restless Saturday night’s sleep, in which I was remembering my mum telling me a story going back to when I was 3 months old. I needed an operation that involved staying at the hospital for a week and, in those unenlightened times, she wasn’t allowed to stay with me through the night. It made me think about, having had lots of kids and grandkids, how that must feel for a baby.

Cry Little Baby

You can’t change the fact that
Mummy wasn’t there for you
Even though she wanted to
Oh it doesn’t seem fair

So cry little baby
Don’t you sleep
But this is not the end of things
Though that’s how it feels

When there’s nothing you can do about it
There’s nothing you can do about it
Hey, it’s always been this way

Cry little baby
Mummy’s still out there
You’re gonnna know love again
One fine day

So cry little baby
But mummy’s still out there
You’re gonnna know love again
One fine day