If I had the wings of an angel, o'er these prison walls I'd fly . . .
Mom would have told you that she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a bail and a lid, but when I was young I loved to hear her sing.
Some people may always sing every verse of a song in order, but as we hum and sing to accompany our daily activities we are more likely to repeat our favorite verses.
I loved to hear mom sing. It was beautiful, and it meant she was happy. We sang