Today’s installment of things I have (re)learned from my son:
I’ve been singing. A lot. I have gone through my most recent repertoire and had to keep going until I’ve found songs I have not thought about since high school. They are good songs. I had good taste even if I lacked the experience to appreciate them. Tonight, I give you the poetry of Pete Seeger:
Just when I thought all was lost…
you changed my mind.
You gave me hope, not just the old soft soap.
You showed that we could learn to share in time.
You and me and Rockefeller…
I’ll keep plugging on. Your face will shine… through all our tears.
And when we sing another little victory song,
precious friend, you WILL be there.
Singing in harmony, precious friend, you will be there.