| This curious song sung by a frog appeared mysteriously, a do-loop in the brain that would not disappear shortly after her death. It was not “Oh what a beautiful morning,” “Take me out to the ball game,” “Let’s go fly a kite” or any of the songs we used to sing every morning after chair chat. It was not “Let me call you sweetheart,” “A bushel and a peck” or any Doris Day tune I cooed while helping her dress—for I loved seeing her smile. This puzzling song played over and over while we sailed long hours until reaching Frankfort, the harbor we’d left so abruptly last summer when I received the call her health was failing. Full circle, I told myself, humming the tune as I jogged alongside the Betsie, a path lined with Queen Anne’s Lace, everlasting, evening primrose— flowers we once picked for her coffee table— for they were not weeds in our eyes. I asked her once to leave me a sign, to let me know she’s still with me. I see her in the bunny bounding off the trail, the Great Blue emerging from the grasses, the lily pads edging brown with summer’s end, the silent presence of an eagle overhead. I sense her delight at the ducks beneath the bridge, the mink scampering across the rock embankment, the whooshing of the trumpeter swans. And every day a lone monarch fluttered momentarily at my side. On the sail home, as I sang the lyrics to our new song a whisper of a rainbow graced the morning sky. Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog from The Muppet Movie |
“Rainbow Connection”
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