Meghan: Come Away

“Come away with me in the night”
She whispered the song to the child in her arms
“Come away with me and I’ll write you a song”
She rocked him slowly in the chair, comforted by the warm heat of him as she touched her lips to his wispy blonde head.
He had the heavy weight of unconsciousness and she didn’t want to move, so she sang.
“I want to walk with you on a cloudy day”
“Won’t you try to come?”
Her voice choked a little on the words, but as her baby shifted she cleared her throat and continued
“Come away with me and we’ll kiss”
“On a mountaintop”
She hummed a few bars, rubbing her cheek gently along her child’s head.
It worked, every time
It put him to sleep, every time
But damn, she wished she didn’t have to sing it
But maybe it was better, to rip the scab off over and over?
Then it might get better
The hurt, the pain
The loss
She tilted her head back as the tears started to fall, feeling them trickle down her cheeks
She didn’t cry every time
It was even getting better, not as often
She didn’t curl around the child and scream like she used to
The one piece of him she had left
Besides a few knick-nacks and pictures, there wasn’t really anything. And who could hold onto a picture and say it was him?
No, he wasn’t in his things.
But he was here in their baby
And he was here in his song


-Meghan