Her Beautifully Awful Singing
She always sang a bit way off-key,
She couldn’t hit a single note;
She mixed up words from different songs,
Some getting caught down in her throat;
She sang songs from our favorite bands
That I didn’t recognize;
When she told me the title of the song she sang
I tried to hide my amused surprise.
She sang loudest in the morning
When there was still darkness in the hour;
While preparing for her coming day
She sang in the steam from her hot shower;
I’d lie in bed and listen
To the most beautiful sound a guy could hope to hear;
I’d give everything I have today
To hear her awful voice still echoing in my ear.
She’d sing lullabies to our children
With words that never were the same;
She’d sing our anthem loud and proud
At every baseball game;
She sang while doing housework
To the music that played inside her head;
She sang her last song to me
From her oncology hospital bed.
You can have your Mariah Careys;
You can have your Celine Dions by the score;
I’d rather hear those awful melodies
Being belted out around the house once more;
It’s amazing how beautiful her songs were
When listened to with the love inside my heart;
I can’t wait to get to heaven
To hear how she tortures the angel’s harp.
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