To this:
Every night before she goes to sleep, I tuck her in and sing "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof. My mom very rarely sang that song to me when I was little because it made her cry. I'm beginning to understand why.
In case you're not familiar with the song, here are the lyrics so you can think of your own children (if you are so blessed) and cry with my mother and me:
Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older; When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
3 comments:
Yep, I couldn't sing that one either!
sniff, sniff
My dear friend Samantha,
wow! I am a looser for letting our friendship go by the way side. I thought I might find you here on a blog. I have called your old phone number a few times a year, but never reaching you. not that i really tried hard enough. I loved reading some about your life. I'd love to get back in touch. We are in California now. I do have a blog, but have little time for it lately. it is mlllerhighlife.blogspot.com that is 3 l's in miller. anyway, I'd love to get your phone number and call sometime. sounds like you are as busy as ever. I still think the world of you. and I know I owe you a jacket. so sorry. hope to hear from you soon. Elizabeth
ps. my email is lizmillermail@gmail.com
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