I’m jotting down all your songs. I’ve got feeling you might not remember them, since you sing them different each time.
Maybe when you’re older, and you read this, you’ll enjoy knowing what you sang about when you were a boy.
I think this one might be my favorite.
Smile shine. Smile bright.
It’s far. We’re near.
It’s dark. We’re clear.
Eat your spaghetti! Don’t forget grilled cheese!
Happy with tofu! How about taco?
Let’s play with dolls now.
We’ll build a rocket.
Come and ride Kizuu,
We’re going so far…. to….
Will you come with me?
It’s far. We’re here.
Let’s go. Have no fear.
I’ll see you in my dream
You’ll see me in yours.
And when worlds turn and stars burn
We’ll find where our home is…
By the far star…
You’re dramatic when you sing. It’s not showing off, or a Sinatra act, though it looks like one; you do them same even when you think I’m not watching you.
I hope you keep that lack of self-consciousness when you get older. You get so immersed in everything you do.
After breakfast, I heard you sing a song that was different from the other ones you sing. Most of your songs are sort of mournful and filled with longing. They remind me of something that Kermit might sing.
This new one was downright cheerful:
What if the moon were made of cheese?
Would the man on the moon sneeze?
I asked you about it.
“It’s a Rocket song,” you said.
I wasn’t sure what you meant. “Is there more that I didn’t hear that is the rocket part?”
“There’s more–heydiddlestuff–it’s not about a rocket. It’s by Rocket.”
I never know what’s going on in the world of your imagination, son.
“Now I can hear him sing, too!” you said.
Sometimes I wonder just how many imaginary friends you’ve got, singing and whispering to you. More than I can keep track of, that’s for sure!
Just keep on singing, and I’ll keep listening.
Author’s Note: Who else is singing? To find out, you’ll need to read Rainy Dayz’ Alien Adoption Challenge! Many thanks to Rainy for the Grilled Cheese Song! 🙂