Last night Madelyn was a little fussy; we calmed her down with some music. We listened to the Beatles and Lay It Down, my favorite Cowboy Junkies album.
My father’s words were always sure and clear,
and like his presence they would rid me of my fears.
When I crawled up on his knees,
I was safe as I could be.
He’d hold me tight, and whisper in my ear:
He’d say, “Girl, you are a part of me
and I have made you strong.
When you grow up and are on your own,
remember to win them with your song.”