when my mother sang

worries escaped her

her voice flew through the house

echoed off the walls

her happiness in every note

I would capture her essence

her sacredness

in the scale of song

when the world seemed too cruel

my mother would sing hallelujah

if Providence by chance heard her sweet lyrics

looking down on her joy

serenading the heavens

and me

standing at the open bathroom window

her song flew across the bluest sky

through puff of clouds

her voice carrying her

far, far away

where

divine bliss reigns over misery

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