“A Song That Won’t Stop Singing”
An original poem by Axton N.O. Mitchell
Your daughter was a melody
written in a key the world couldn’t hold, for very long.
sweet and sharp,
full of rhythm even in the quiet.
She gave you three echoes of her laughter.
Three reasons to rise again,
each with her eyes or stubborn spark.
Holding something within them that keeps her here, fresh in your mind.
Each one still asking for lullabies
when the night grows too long.
She fought a war inside her brain,
a storm she didn’t ask to weather,
but still, she danced.
Still, she sang.
Still, she loved.
Though the silence came too soon,
there is no end to the music
she left in your hearts.
You are her first home,
and now, you are her last prayer.
She’s not gone,
not really.
She’s just humming now
from a place your ears can’t reach,
but your heart still hears.
