My Mother’s Life: The Musical … You’ll Wish You’d Been Within Earshot

She’d write it

She’s written it

Diaries

Poems

Letters

Cards

Bulletins

Minutes

She’s written it all

And it’ll be great

Because it’s not always been easy

Trust me

I’ve lived within earshot

She’d choose the cast

Calling in and texting her vote as many times as it takes

Busy lines be damned

Trust me

I’ve been drafted into the election effort

I’ve been loitering within earshot

She’d direct it all

The crew

The actors

The orchestra

I can see her now

At rehearsal

Calling out missed sharps and flats

From the front row

The back row

Backstage

An office upstairs

The parking lot

Anywhere within earshot

Trust me

I’ve missed an F sharp within earshot

She’d sing lead vocals too

On every song

Whether she chose them or not

Whether she was in the cast or not

Whether she was supposed to or not

She’d sing them all

And she would sing them all

Choir style

Probably as an alto

Though she’d give the soprano line a try

It wouldn’t matter if it was

A hymn

An original country ballad or

A cover of Guns N/ Roses

Or Prince

Or Eminem

Trust me

I’ve been within earshot

She’d serve cake at the cast party

Telling everyone

As she handed them a plate with a piece of cake on it

How thankful she was

And how wonderful they’d been

And they’d believe it

Because she believed it

They’d believe it and

They would be that good next time

Even if they hadn’t been this time

Because she believed in them

I’d be cutting the cake and placing it on plates

And I’d believe it

Because

I was within earshot

Because I’ve been within earshot