My field of Gold (Sharon & Mom) |
As promised, I played it for Mom in person on Mother's day. As I sang the last words and opened my eyes to look at her, she had big drops of love falling down her cheek and the guitar instantly became the insides of a hug sandwich. Since we all have mothers, and some are here and some have left us, I decided that I should share the recording with friends and family on facebook. One of the comments I received was that if she was my mother, she would ask for me to sing the song to her once a week instead of once a year. The comment made me stop and think about how fragile life really is and how I'll truly miss the day I can't sit by her and play the music she planted as seeds so long ago. It was her voice and the music that she wrote that filled my childhood ears and widened my heart with melody. The Christmas I unwrapped my first guitar was the year the garden was turned. I owe all of the music in my soul to my Mom. Though I'm sure she would love to hear me sing this same song every week, instead I'm going to try and make myself write/blog once a week until next mother's day about these heirloom seeds from her and many others, and I'll include the songs inspired by these moments in time too. Perhaps my feather friends and their background singing will join in only for the chorus on the next recording. :-)
Somebody else cried when you sang!
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