I wrote a song once, and believe it or not it was for my mother-in-law, whom I deeply admire.

"The secret of the living
Is always in the giving,
And the giving keeps on going
On and on...."

it goes in part . First time I sang it to BBW for tryouts I couldn't stay straightfaced, and he first time I sang it for HIL, likewise.

Another, which I can now sing comfortably but could not, was my mother's favorite, which I sang, breaking up between lines, at her funeral.

I sings, because I'm happy.
I sings, because I'm free.
For his on is on the sparrow,
And I know he thinks of me.

I can still hear herself singing it. A beautiful joyous song, but on the occasion, heartbreaking.


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