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Song of My Mother 1. She’s there in the chorus of voices buzzing from a transistor radio simultaneously there and uptown at the Colosseum named for our fallen king. A sweeping crescendo and her clear-lake alto rises above all other voices angelic soloist crackling through the ether - if I opened our front door I might hear her song on the snowy wind flowing from all those miles away. It is dark outside & the air is crisp with the promise of Christmas. 2. The doffing machine rushed into her ears like a misdirected river day in & day out six days a week until one day the finger of God unplugged the circuits and the room slowed to a murmur. For an hour the women stood speculating at their posts until a foreman shuffled down the row & announced “there’s a hurricane out there, you can go home for the day.” Pushing against relentless wind she stumbled out into an intersection just as a steeple crashed to the ground. Her prayers rested on her lips linking arms with coworkers to form a chain against the furious gusts. 3. She ascends above treeline foot by foot leaning upon her walking stick while I wait admiring the azure sky. any moment she might burst into a chorus of Climb Ev’ry Mountain yet for now, she is catching her breath and I am grateful for the miracle of having hiked this far.
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
Song of My Mother
Song of My Mother 1. She’s there in the chorus of voices buzzing from a transistor radio simultaneously there and uptown at the Colosseum named for our fallen king. A sweeping crescendo and her clear-lake alto rises above all other voices angelic soloist crackling through the ether - if I opened our front door I might hear her song on the snowy wind flowing from all those miles away. It is dark outside & the air is crisp with the promise of Christmas. 2. The doffing machine rushed into her ears like a misdirected river day in & day out six days a week until one day the finger of God unplugged the circuits and the room slowed to a murmur. For an hour the women stood speculating at their posts until a foreman shuffled down the row & announced “there’s a hurricane out there, you can go home for the day.” Pushing against relentless wind she stumbled out into an intersection just as a steeple crashed to the ground. Her prayers rested on her lips linking arms with coworkers to form a chain against the furious gusts. 3. She ascends above treeline foot by foot leaning upon her walking stick while I wait admiring the azure sky. any moment she might burst into a chorus of Climb Ev’ry Mountain yet for now, she is catching her breath and I am grateful for the miracle of having hiked this far.
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
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