@migu music@

@migu music@

作词 : Gabriel Kahane

作曲 : Gabriel Kahane

My mother, describing her mother

Fought back tears, it's weird, I thought

The intimacy of seeing someone try

Not to cry in close-up on a screen

Cousin Lincoln told a story about the Pietà

He saw at the Metropolitan Museum

And after a silence of some time

Grandma turned to him and said:

“You know, I think of myself as a Jew

But I really love Jesus.”

And we sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed

Leaning into the laptop to hear what's just been said

In the manner of a modern family honoring the dеad

Aunt Susan, in her one-room schoolhouse

Sang grandma's favoritе songs, simple hymns

Of love and loss. And though her connection

Was unstable, she was able to get

Her message, more or less, across

And we sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed

Leaning into the laptop to hear what's just been said

In the manner of a modern family honoring the dead

At the end of the afternoon

Grandma's grief-shattered husband

Whom she'd met in the fall of 1939

Milkshake at the Automat in Morningside Heights

Before he was shipped off to Europe to fight—

Fifty years, not a word, not a sight

'Til the touchtone phone rang in 1995:

“Raymond, it's Judith my husband has died.”

Back to New York, and they gave it a try

And the photographs of great-grandchildren multiplied

These two ancient lovers walking side by side—

His body ravaged, and hers turned to light—

He raised his hand to speak at last

And everyone held their breath or gasped

As he said, “Goodbye, my darling, goodbye.