Wednesday, September 11, 2024

The La-la of Life

 

The La-la of Life

Grandson,
unlike most of humanity
enjoys the sound of my singing,
so together we make up songs.

He with green eyes, jug ears
and the occasional goofy smile
is an honest audience, a toothless critic
who enjoys lengthy vowel sounds:
    ooo ooobie  
and
    gree-een eyes, green eyes,
    gree-een eyes, green.
He frowns upon hard consonants.

Did Beethoven sing to babies?
Did Buddha? He shoulda.

I compose, grandson edits,
new melodies fill the room.
Don’t listen.

…..

First published in Verse-Virtual —Thank you editor James Lewis
The photo: yeah, that’s me in 2007. The grandson is now driving a car.

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