Wednesday, February 10, 2016

#SOL16: Song and Grief

Birds in Flight (M.A. Reilly, 2014)


I.

In times of great sorrow, the human body produces song--not a keening wail like you might suspect, but oddly a murmur, a rough melody that isn't sustained for long. Mindless as it is necessary.

I think of this, know it to be true.

My son's head is lowered to his father's shoulder and I lean in holding Rob's hand when I first hear the humming begin.  Earlier, I laid across Rob's chest and hummed as well.

II.

When words fail, song rises. 

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