Years ago,we listened behind the closed door
to our high- school -aged daughters, working on
the Wailin Jenny’s tune, Beautiful Dawn.
We smiled knowing they shared some tingly
good blood harmonies & were finding
a flow and a feeling.
There’s a thrill in meeting one another
in a room, on a porch, on hillside
to sing the same song and break into a
tight blend that startles a greater sense
of belonging, in tuneness, together.
When they were young, and shy, and
avoidant of their parent’s “thing”, they
were never pressured to join us. But
they listened and some songs snuck up
on them and suddenly they were coming
home from college with guitars and repertoires.
Nowadays, we meet up in songs --and while our
whole individual identities are not always
attached to our love of music, there’s a good chance
we affirm our faith in one another
when one of us wanders into the room
with an instrument, starts to noodle
and the rest drift in to noodle or hum along.
Early Morning Poems 