![]() The SongA Poem by Delilah Dunn![]() Written Spring 2005![]()
Tick-tock, the clock starts.
The September sun is sinking in the Western sky.
My mother is putting on her makeup before putting the suitcase in the trunk;
I decide on a dazzling pink skirt and beaded tank top for the restaurant.
I parade myself down the hall and model my ensemble.
My mother says, "Let's rock and roll.”
We wave goodbye to the neighbors, who wish me a happy birthday.
In the car, I turn the radio dials until I find the perfect song;
I turn up the volume until my ears buzz;
my mother begins to sing.
The smooth velvet of her alto voice and the orange glow of the sunset
splash together; a chill crawls down my spine.
Coral and fuchsia fade to wine and sapphire; I begin to sing.
A harmony of soprano, alto, and sunset rises and falls
against the darkening sky. The road winds with the melody
and weaves on ahead of us; I lift my voice.
The purest melody belongs to the joyful sound of my mother’s
voice, the rise and fall of the music, the dance I choreograph in my head;
I sing with my mother;
I watch the stars appear.
Our world is the only world - could any other exist? We fly down
the road; I stare at the silvery moon; I fade like the sunlight
into the sound of my mother’s voice, into the stars,
into the lilting melody on the radio.
Tick tock, the clock is still moving.
I consider the beauty of singing with my mother,
and staring at the stars. At this very thought, however,
the moment is gone - fleeting and transparent.
Time cannot be grasped. I continue to sing, but the moment
is gone. I wait, in vain, for it to return.
I try to forget the clock.
© 2008 Delilah DunnReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 24, 2008 Last Updated on November 5, 2008 Author![]() Delilah DunnBFE, VAAboutI'm a writer, a lover, a wife, a mama-to-be!!!, a southern belle, a friend, a sister, a dreamer, and a believer. I believe in stars, long hugs, sweet kisses, loud music, good food, laughing until i.. more..Writing
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