The birthday
The song that plays as the candles go out. And that they’ll play again every birthday after this one.
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A song for your father, for your mother, for your grandparents, for someone you love, to celebrate a birthday, for someone gone, but still here.
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A song for
Noah
Noah. Seven years old and you still climb in my bed With your cold feet and a question in your head You ask me why the moon follows the car And I say honey, that's just who you are Noah, my Noah, you came in a hurry The whole house woke up and nobody worried Every morning since, you make the light Noah, my Noah, you got it right Cereal on the counter, cartoons too loud You tell me a joke and you laugh out loud Before you get to the end of the line And I laugh too, every single time One day the bed's gonna be too small And you won't need me to catch you when you fall But I'll still be here at the kitchen door Noah, my Noah, and I'll love you more
A song for
Emily
Emily. I taught you to drive on the old county road Hands at ten and two, and you never once slowed You said dad I got it, I said Emily I know And that's the whole problem, you already know Emily, Emily, don't grow up so fast Every light I catch is another year passed I'm not asking you to stay, I'd never ask that Just turn around once, just look back You were four in the yard with a plastic guitar Singing into a hairbrush, telling me you'd go far Well you did and you are and I sit here proud And I say it too soft and I should say it out loud So here it is, honey, plain as the dawn I was somebody's daddy before I was gone And whatever road takes you, whatever you do Emily, Emily, I'm still ten and two
A song for
Mom Ruth
Mom Ruth. You worked the second shift for eighteen years Came home smelling like the diner, never said a word about it There was always dinner, I never asked how Mom, I'm asking now Ruth, sweet Ruth, you carried the whole house On a back that never once let it show And everything I've got, everything I am Came out of a woman I was too young to know You kept my report cards in the drawer by the phone Every one of them, thirty years on I found them last winter and I sat on the floor And I cried like the boy at the kitchen door So before the years take one more thing away I wrote you a song so I'd finally say Thank you ain't enough and it never was Mom, sweet mom, but here it is because I love you, I love you, I always have
A song for
Sarah
Sarah. Twenty five years and a mortgage and two kids gone Same side of the bed, same radio song You still steal the covers, I still let you Sarah, that's the whole review We fought about money in ninety nine We fought about my mother all the time And we stayed, we stayed, we stayed That's the only vow that ever got made You hum when you cook and you don't know you do it You put your cold hands on my back just to prove it Thirty years of a hundred small things That's the ring, Sarah, that's the ring So they can keep the champagne and the crowded room I'll take the porch and the June bugs and you Same side of the bed, same radio song Sarah, let's just keep going on
A song for
Jack
Jack. Come here Jack, let me look at you good You got your mother's chin and your grandfather's mood Sit down here, we're snapping beans till noon And I'll tell you a thing you'll understand soon Oh Jack, oh Jack, the world is wide And the good Lord willing you'll see every side But wherever you go and whoever you become There's a porch in Georgia where you're always from I kept your first tooth in a jar on the shelf And a drawing of a house you drew yourself Fifty years of everybody's things in this room And now there's a song in here too So when I'm just a picture on somebody's wall And you're grown and you're tall and you've seen it all Put this on, let it play, let it fill up the room Oh Jack, oh Jack, I'm right here with you
A song for
Grace
Grace. I had a whole speech and I lost it downstairs Somewhere between the elevator and the stairs So I'm standing here with nothing to say Grace, will you marry me anyway Grace, it starts today I could have written it down on a card But what I feel wouldn't fit on a card So it turned into a song, and it fit You laugh at the part of the movie nobody laughs at You put honey in everything, I still don't get that And I want thirty more years of not getting it Grace, that's the whole of it So the ring's in my pocket and my hands aren't still And the city's down there going on like it will And the only question I'll ever ask twice Grace, will you, Grace, will you, Grace
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The birthday
The song that plays as the candles go out. And that they’ll play again every birthday after this one.
In memory
A tribute to someone gone, who is still your mother, your father, your grandfather.
The parent life gave you
Stepfather, stepmother, aunt, whoever raised you. Who chose to do what nobody asked of them.
Someone far away
Out of sight, close to the heart. The song reaches where you can’t.
Love of many years
Someone who has heard “I love you” a thousand times, and never the way only a song can say it.
The one who “never cries”
The tough one who falls apart hearing, in a song, what you never had the courage to say to his face.
My father never cries. He cried.
He listened with his eyes closed, right to the end. Then he asked us to play it again.
We played it as I walked in. Half the guests were crying before I reached the altar.
My father died in March. The song stayed. It’s what we put on now when the family gets together.
After the day itself
It becomes the first thing in the family archive. Every year a new chapter — same melody, new verses that keep up with a life.
The first version, with grandma’s voice at the end.
Same chorus, new verses.
The child already sings along to the bit with their own name in it.
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