Daisy Bell

One of my earliest memories is this song, my mom singing it to me over and over and over. We are laying in my bed and she is stroking my arm, and her voice soft and lilting, my eyes heavy, my blankie tucked under my arm.

And now, some thirty years later, I sing it to my daughters nightly, almost whispering it in their ears while they lay cuddled in my arms, their eyes heavy with sleep, their blankie or lovey tucked under the crook of their arm.

And after we read stories and we snuggle and I whisper sweet nothings in my daughters’ ears I sing Daisy, Daisy over and over and over always stopping mid-verse:

I’m half crazy all for the love of you…