What sings to you today

doesn’t need to be 
a soaring symphony of
bumblebee and sparrow-song
in extravagant praise 
of dawn’s daily magic
setting your heart ablaze 

nor even the lilting 
melody of laughter
burbling out of your
daughter’s throat 
in the re-telling of
a well loved joke that
tickles your tired soul 

it could simply be
a friend’s quiet gesture 
reaching for your hand
as you hang up the phone 
with tear brimmed eyes 
and prepare to confront
a world where your 
mother lives no more.