Little White Duck Sitting in the Water: Melody on the Water’s Edge

As the little white duck glided quietly along the river’s edge, a melody rose to the surface of my mind—one I hadn’t heard in years.

“There’s a little white duck, swimming in the water…”

My mother used to sing that song to me when I was a child, and later, I sang it to my own children. I didn’t expect to remember it. But standing there in the stillness, watching this duck move with such quiet purpose, the tune returned as if it had never left.

I hummed it to myself—gently, almost instinctively—and the moment became something more than just a photograph. It became a memory held in motion: of childhood, of being cared for, of how a simple song can live inside us long after we’ve stopped singing it aloud.

This image is not just about the duck.
It’s about the hush of connection.
The echo of a lullaby.
And the way something small and familiar can carry us, if only for a moment, back home.