Midnight crooner
So I’ve got this kid.. and I’ve taught him a kind eclectic collection of songs. (Hey, they’re fun when you can teach ’em tricks.) He loves to sing, in a very clear treble. Last night I woke up in the dark and realized that I was hearing Stephen singing in his crib. He sounded happy, so I didn’t get up. His voice floated down the hall to me.
"Na na na na-na-na-na, hey Jude. Hey Jude, don’t make it bad… I’ve been happy watewy, finkin about the good fings to come…ohh ah ee ah ooh ah, ride on the peace train…"
This time, my son sang me to sleep for a change. It was pretty nice, too.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.