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Friday
Dec162011

I have never

This* found a tender spot in me today and I wanted to pass it along in case you found it as lovely as I did, whether you think of it as a love letter from your mama or a lullaby for your babies:

I have never loved someone the way I love you 
I have never seen a smile like yours 
And if you grow up to be king or clown or pauper 
I will say you are my favorite one in town 

I have never held a hand so soft and sacred 
When I hear your laugh I know heaven’s key 
And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard 
I will send you all my love upon the breeze 

And if the breeze won’t blow your way, I will be the sun 
And if the sun won’t shine your way, I will be the rain 
And if the rain won’t wash away all your aches and pains 
I will find some other way to tell you you’re okay

*My mom sent me the link to this beautiful song today, written and sung by My Brightest Diamond (Shara Worden) for her son. According to the notes by the filmmaker, "After the concert I finally dared to ask her what I wanted to ask her that morning, to sing us this lullaby that struck me down. It’s Sunday morning, a morning of hangovers. The whole hotel seems suspended in the air. We ask her to get to the bar, to make it sing for her, to sing for her son (for whom she had written this song). We erase ourselves. She, she doesn’t. After we're done filming, I cry. She cries too."

She found it on Krista Tippets' On Being blog, which I LOVE.

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Reader Comments (2)

Anne, I don't comment nearly enough, but that was just stunning. Thank you for sharing.

12.17.2011 | Unregistered CommenterKimberly

This song takes my breath away every time I hear it. La Blogothèque does incredible videos with really talented musicians, and I think this is one of the best.

12.19.2011 | Unregistered CommenterDrew McGee

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