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Her Beautifully Awful Singing
She always sang a bit way off-key, She couldn’t hit a single note; She mixed up words from different songs, Some getting caught down in her throat; She sang songs from our favorite bands That I didn’t recognize; When she told me the title of the song she sang I tried to hide my amused surprise. She sang loudest in the morning When there was still darkness in the hour; While preparing for her coming day She sang in the steam from her hot shower; I’d lie in bed and listen To the most beautiful sound a guy could hope to hear; I’d give everything I have today To hear her awful voice still echoing in my ear. She’d sing lullabies to our children With words that never were the same; She’d sing our anthem loud and proud At every baseball game; She sang while doing housework To the music that played inside her head; She sang her last song to me From her oncology hospital bed. You can have your Mariah Careys; You can have your Celine Dions by the score; I’d rather hear those awful melodies Being belted out around the house once more; It’s amazing how beautiful her songs were When listened to with the love inside my heart; I can’t wait to get to heaven To hear how she tortures the angel’s harp.
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