simplistic love

There we sat. In a creaky rocking chair with the hall light barley peaking through the space between the bottom of the door and the floor just enough to see a shadow of the nearby objects that occupy his room. I was rocking and he was sobbing. Nothing was coming to mind to stop the pain causing his tiny tears. So I sang the first song that came to my head...

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"

Don't worry. about a thing,
'Cause every little thing,
is gonna be alright.
No Don't worry. About a thing,
'Cause every little thing,
is gonna be alright.

As I was singing I thought about the words of this simple song. I thought about how even as young as he is, it is perfect. How would singing this song of hope would affect his outlook on life. I imaged him being five and running to mama because of a scraped knee. Through his sobs we would sing 'Don't worry, about a thing'.

I couldn't help but smile at the cheesy thought.