Michael Can Sing
It was recently revealed to me that my nephew, Michael, can sing. That within him lies a vocal musical instrument, pleasing to the human ear. Tenor tenacity sweetened by him. Come to think of it, he’s been singing several songs since entering the world. Immediately his newborn face featured wisdom; wrinkled like a senescent man. He sang sagacity. As his face smoothed, his songs amplified. Oceanic eyes drown me in love. A long time ago, I cradled him on stone steps. under the shining moon. Sweet melodies radiated from him, his small hands around my fingers. All of a sudden, his eye-song watered my withering heart and it bloomed. He sings love. Michael can sing, Astonishing I never knew before. Laughter lingered unexpectedly, still remains. Infant, toddler, child, teenager all mimic moments of comic relief- Spaghetti sauce, silly steps, epic impersonations, contorted twists, babbling bottles, mischievous mayhem. Michael sings entertainment. Michael can sing. Feelings engulf him. Radioactive radar senses vibrate within him- ferocious frequencies he feels and fears. Faces them valiantly. Michal sings courage. Michael can sing, Remarkable no one realized until now. Creative and rhythmic percussion resound from skin, wood, metal. His fingers guiding sound through sticks. Coaxed by friends, he is, to drum-drive their dance. Michael sings rhythm. Michael can sing. A growing teenager, so tall he bends to hug me. Filled with talent. Gave John a voice in Peter Pan’s play, flew across the room. Hummed a kiss to his new girlfriend, the audience, and me in Georgia. Michael sings sweet songs on stage. Michael can sing and he sings. He always has and he always will. Michael can sing- a tenacious tenor for all to hear.
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