Lullabis To A Clever Boy Analysis

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Lullabies To A Clever Boy Mother told Jack, "you must be nimble." Whilst supplying unclear reasons as to why, she crafted a melody as the time past by. She sung the lullaby, the lyrics echoing through young Jack's mind: "Jack, you must be as nimble as can be. Jack, you must be quicker than can see. Jack, you must jump over and far, bravely battling the demons and fire." Then she was gone, never to be seen by her son again. However, as Jack went on his astounding adventures, he would sing the melody, never forgetting his mother's last dying words. He sung, "I must be nimble, as nimble as can be. I must be faster, quicker than can see. I'll follow my mother-- follow in my heart." Here he stood upon the mountain tops as he took one last glimpse …show more content…

The girl, with hair as dark as night, had been dared by her friends to sit on the cliff of concrete. She positioned herself in such a way that she could still brush the hair of her small doll, named Clara. The girl, Holly Dolson, continued brushing her dolly’s chocolate brown hair, even as she felt the wind picking up. Holding the porcelain girl in her arms, she remembered who had given the object to her. Just over five years before that day, her mother drove her father to the hospital. There, Holly’s father was scrawled out on a white bed. Holly knew he was sick, the baker had been stuck at home for weeks now, with a terrible cough. So the girl just sat there, waiting for her father to re-emerge from the room. Her family never did have enough money to pay for the expensive cost of medicine. So not only were they clueless as to what was wrong with her father, they could not find someone who did. Roses Are …show more content…

"Ow!" He held his wrist to his body, whispering a call of discomfort under his breath. Even though the complaint was barely audible, his brother, still unaware of the fact that the black-haired boy was even awake, heard him. "Hey! Hiro!" Tadashi beamed at him, a smile placed upon his lips. Waltzing over to the boy in a silly little act for laughs, the Hamada brought two plates and a tray of pancakes over to the table, a pair of folks held in his left hand. The syrup and butter, which the pre-teen had never cared for anyways, already sat upon the table, near the center. “How did you sleep?” He asked cheerfully. He had been asking this question a lot lately, and for a good reason, too. However, in his sudden increase of hunger, Hiro only managed a “great” before he was distracted by the warm pancake that now lay in front of the boy. ‘Maybe’, he started to think, ’I am a bit hungry.’ Uncertain, he reached out for the pancake, ‘after all...’ Almost… ‘...I haven’t eaten in

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