You Sang For Me Poem by jay walter

On a winter's day
When last we spoke,
My mother whispered close,
'You sang for me.'

'When?
In all the years we've spent,
when have I once sung? '

'When you were a hungry babe,
awake and frightened in a ink-black night,
you sang for me in the only way you knew how.

'When you came home from school,
proud of that B in spelling
or that you made the tennis team, you sang again.

'When you stood up on that altar,
turned to your bride and said 'I do',
you sang for me.

'When I answered the phone
to hear the news of my grandchild's birth,
you sang for me.

'And here, once more,
just before
I leave you now,
you sing for me one final time.

'And I'll ask you to always remember.
In the tumult,
the daily din,
the cacaphony of chaos and noise,
inconvenience and confusion,
the world sings for you.

'Just as you sang for me.'