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Echoes of Family Tunes: Finding Joy in the Melody of Generations
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We’re driven by the melody.
We are motivated or inspired by the melody of music.
By parading through our family tree.
We explore or showcase our heritage by navigating through our family history.
We don’t all listen to the same damn thing.
Not everyone enjoys the same type of music, but we all engage in listening.
But we listen, yeah we Listen.
Despite differences in musical preferences, we share a common act of listening.
I remember listening to grandma speak.
I recall listening to my grandmother speaking.
Late at night before we sleep.
During late-night moments before sleep, I listened to her words.
The words she spoke were great to me.
The words she shared held great significance for me.
So I’d listen and I’m sure missing Listening.
I paid attention and now feel the absence of that listening experience.
I miss the words. I miss the sound. And I sure wish she was still around. And I hope she knows the joy I found. Just listening, cause I’m still missing Listening.
I long for the words and sounds, wishing my grandmother were still alive. I hope she knows the joy I've discovered through listening, as I continue to miss that experience.
I can hear her voice when I sleep.
Even in my sleep, I can hear my grandmother's voice.
Just as I hear grandpa sing.
Similar to my memories of my grandfather singing.
Just as clear as that old church bell rings
As clear as the ringing of an old church bell, I hear these voices.
So I listen cause I’m still missing Listening.
I continue to listen because I still miss the act of listening.
I miss the words. I miss the sounds. And I sure wish they were still around. But I know they know the joy I found. Just listening, cause I’m sure missing Listening.
I miss the words and sounds, and I wish my grandparents were still present. However, I believe they understand the joy I've found through the simple act of listening, as I continue to miss that experience.
We’re driven by the melody.
Reiteration of being guided by the melody of music.
By parading through our family tree.
Reiteration of exploring our heritage through our family tree.
We don’t all listen to the same damn thing.
Reiteration that not everyone enjoys the same music, but listening is a shared experience.
But we listen!
We may have diverse music tastes, but we all engage in the act of listening.
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