I Give You A Song
((A cute story that my friends and I discussed in class.))
SONG WRITTEN BY: Amy F. Bernon. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
"Alfred, it's bedtime." I beckoned down the hall, where the little one was not seen. "Hm? Blast all. Where could he be?" He loved that I would play his nightly games of hide and seek. I heard small snickers from under the couch, and headed that way. "Wherever could my little America be?" I made myself appear frazzled, and sighed. "Oh well, guess he's not here."
Then a pair of small arms wrapped around my legs. "Here I am! Here I am Mr. Britain!" He smiled, and giggled softly. I looked down, and let out a breath of fake "relief, "I thought I lost you Alfred." I picked him up, and held him in my arms, snuggling him close to me. He laughed softly, and pushed me away. "Ew, cooties!"
"I am not France! You're so silly!" I looked to my watch upon my left wrist. It was 8:52. "Now, now. Let's brush your teeth." He sighed, a childish move. "Yes sir!" He jumped down and ran toward the bathroom. Giggles echoed through the halls, and I went to his room, to lay out his pajamas and set his bed for rest.
Only moments later did he jump onto the bed, and let out a big sigh. "I smell all fresh now Mr. Britain!" I smiled, and ruffled his hair. "You sure do." I picked him up, by holding under his arms. "Arms up!" He laughed, and threw his arms up without hesitation. I quickly took off his shirt of choice that day, and slipped on his silk pajama top. I buttoned it, and then he threw his pants to the floor. He threw himself on his back, and kicked his legs high in the air. I put on his pants, to make sure he stay warm.
He then burrowed himself under the blankets. "Will you sing to me again? Like you did the other night?" I looked at him surprised, then softly smiled. I couldn't say no to him. He was just to dear to me. "Fine. I wrote a song especially for you. Just in case. To keep the nightmares away." He giggled, "A song? Just for me? You're giving me a song?" He sounded excited, and his eyes were lit with joy. "Yes, I give you a song." I sit at the chair that I left at his bedside, and cleared my throat.
"I give you a song, full of life, full of hope and full of dreams. A tune light and fanciful, the kind an angel sings. A melody of stardust from the sky, a golden memory. I give you a song, from the very heart of me." His eyes were drooping slowly, a smile still upon his lips. I continued, "I give you a song, of your own, to believe in as you grow. Some notes bright and bountiful, as beautiful as snow! A rolling river and a falling leaf, a starlight reverie. I give you a song, from the very heart of me. And, when you're alone, and you're feeling blue, listen to your heart, and your song will come through. I give you a song, full of life, full of hope and full of dreams. A tune light and fanciful, the kind an angel songs. A melody of stardust from the sky, a golden memory. I give you a song, I give you a song, from the very heart of me. I give you a song." I completed the tune, and saw that he was fast asleep. "That song is for you, and you alone Alfred." I kissed his forehead, and smiled as I left, shutting the door slowly behind me.
The years passed, and he was grown up. But, do you know the best part? He is here, singing that song for me every night. Holding my hand. Loving me. I have never been happier.
DONE! :D I LIKE IT SO FAR! SHOULD I MAKE IT LONGER? :D