Sing to Me, Mother

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Years ago as I drove through Missouri on a trip back from Maryland, not long after my brother passed, during a summer that would forever change my life and path, the words came to this song, as I called to my Mother. In this case, the Mother on which I walked each day – the beautiful planet I call home, from which every cell of my body sprang, the mother of all my relations, the standing people, the feathered, the furred, the finned, the finicky.

Today, as I journey to some of the precious places my earthly mother loved – beginning at Star Hollow, where Great-Grandma Pearl’s log cabin stood in which little Johnnie Lee was born, then stepping out to other places her little brother, Uncle Dick, has helped me map – I will be singing this song again. This time, unexpectedly, for another Mother, my own Little Momma, Source of my body, Source of my heart, Source of my love.

I hope she’s listening. And if she can, I hope she joins in on the chorus. And if you’re inclined, it starts in the key of G. Just watch those minors.

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By her fruits, ye shall know her

Mother

Sing to me Mother, your voice so gentle and clear
I know you’ve got something to tell me that I need to hear
And oh, your eyes sparkle like diamonds or fresh morning dew
And oh, your arms hold me, to show me that I’m part of you.

Sing to me Mother, your hair silken strands of the night
Your lips smiling brightly, your heart a reflection of Light.
Sing to me Mother, and let me join in on the chorus
Sing to me Mother, the birds will sing with us, just for us… just for us….

Sing to me Mother, please let your words come in a song
Sing to me Mother, and soon the whole world sings along
Words blending, words dancing, and our hearts beating as one
Sing to me Mother, and Father, and Spirit, and Sun

Sing to me Mother, with glimpses and whispers so soft
Sing to me Mother, your phrases on wings born aloft
They rise shining sweetly, a message both healing and freeing
Soar wildly, dip gently, the truth we seek slowly revealing… revealing…

Sing to me Mother, as if I was your only child
Sing to me Mother, and finally, after a while
I’ll sing your song Mother, I’ll tell others of your sweet story
I’ll sing your song Mother, the words of the sweet morning glory…. Oh glory…

Sing to me Mother, your voice so gentle and clear
I know you’ve got something to tell me that I need to hear…

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The Mother

 

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©2016 Mary Batson, FrontPorchRambles.com.
All rights reserved. Including the right to grieve.

 

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