musings of a choir concert.

the night is quiet

the audience is silent

the choir is still

music starts

melody flows

harmonies swelling

the piano is flawless

the voices are angelic

the music is phenomenal

seats are filled

risers overflowing

but one person's missing

hard work paid off

sagi is proud

the senors are crying

i am too

everyone stands by me

but you supported me most

i wish you could have been there

maybe you were

maybe one day i'll find out

if you were there

could you let me know?

i need to know if you really are proud of me

or if the family is just saying things

again

like always

because i miss you right now momma

as much as the day we put you in that cramped box

i can only imagine how much you hate it there

you were always claustrophobic

that used to make me giggle 

now i die a little inside

that your trapped in a dark place

that makes you hyperventilate

and feel generally uncomfortable

i'm getting a letter from you soon

i look forward to that every year

will your message be in there?

i hope so

but i wont really know how you felt about May 9th

until i get put in a box too