✽Fourth Post ~ Voice✽

[flyingdreams]

[Mrs. Brisby is sewing. And as she set her SFC down, she was unaware that she turned it on. She hums, quietly, to herself, the sounds of shifting fabric the only indication of sewing.

After a few minutes, she starts to sing.]

Dream by night, Wish by day;
Love begins this way.
Night's a friend, With love to send
Each new day.
Bless your heart, Bless your soul,
Let your dreams come true.
Future songs and flying dreams
Wait for you.
Love, it seems, Made flying dreams
So hearts could soar
Heaven sent, These wings were meant
To prove, Once more,
That love is the key...

[She pricks herself with a needle, letting out a quiet "ouch!" before going back to humming the song, rather than singing the rest.]

Comments

[Voice]

[flyingdreams]

My mother would, as well.

[She misses her children more than her mother, though ):]

[Voice]

[renegadenoble.livejournal.com]

You must miss them terribly. Your children, I mean.

[She can understand.]

[Voice]

[flyingdreams]

I do, yes...

[Voice]

[renegadenoble.livejournal.com]

They're lucky to have you. I hope you find your way back soon.

[Voice]

[flyingdreams]

Thank you. That means a lot to me.

[Voice]

[renegadenoble.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome. Family is something everyone should treasure.

[And you don't realize it quite as much as when you've already lost it.]

[Voice]

[flyingdreams]

Yes, well... for mice it tends to be all we have.

[Voice]

[renegadenoble.livejournal.com]

[She's slightly surprised to hear it's a mouse, but decides it...doesn't really matter, now does it?]

Yes... on the plains, there wasn't much else, either. It's a simple life-- but I miss it.

[Voice]

[flyingdreams]

Yes... I can imagine.