Protected By Grandma Nora

Prayer in the form of a lullaby washes over the nursery Quintessential feelings of hope, love and joyful expectation The baby feels beloved, reposing into his relaxed happy emotions. We hear it on the baby’s monitor and freeze. Who is singing? Locking eyes, we jump from the table and run up there. Slowly open the door. The baby is fast asleep; there is no music. My husband and I look at our son; he is a live doll, all cuddled up. His tummy breathing in and out rapidly, his eyelashes remarkable. What do you think it was? My husband whispers. I know who it was. It was my grandmother’s song; my song. The one she sang to me when I was a baby. Nora is here, I tell him. She must be Jerry’s guardian angel. My husband smiles and winks. We go back to the kitchen, the song is coming through the monitor. A song of love, a song of expectation, a song of pure joy and wonder. We do not go back up, for we know that our baby is in the best hands. Surrounded by the ethereal arms of an angel, my grandma Nora.