While I'm a child mom's sweet voice often sings me awake.
Her voice rises up through the heating column that runs next to the stove and culminates in my attic bedroom.
Her favorite wake up call is:
When the Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobbin' Along:
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along, along
There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin' his old sweet song
Wake up, wake up you sleepy head
Get up, get out of bed
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red
Live, love, laugh and be happy
What if I were blue, now I'm walking through fields of flowers
Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours
I'm just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along
Funny how at the oddest times (when I most need mothering I guess) this melody and message filters up out of the ethers.
This graphic done using Sumo
This memoir started with the June 8 post. This chapter will conclude August 21.