Reasons Why I Sing

by Audra Ralls

I have no pitch, nor musical ear.
In fact, my voice is something to fear.

And yet I sing . . . .

    I sing for
        coffee, good grades, sleeping late.
    Crowing about
        smiles, cash, even a first date.

I don’t know the words to many songs,
so I happily repeat them tragically wrong.

And yet I sing . . .

    I sing for
        babies, cake, a sparkling clean house.
    Crowing about
        football, phones, leaving that louse.

I embarrass my son with my tone deaf voice,
but hey, he’s my kid so he hasn’t much choice.

And yet I sing . . .

    I sing for
        family, Jesus, good hair days.
    Crowing about
        my son, snow, a job that pays.

I’m not Celine, Madonna, nor the Backstreet Boys.
I’m just an ordinary mom making a joyful noise.

And yet I sing . . .

    I sing for
        hotels, rainbows, our dog without ticks.
    Crowing about
        dominoes, nachos, good lottery picks.

I sing in my car; it’s my personal stage.
I’ll keep my song, you keep your road rage.

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