Beloved Boy
I wrote a song for my mother, and today I'm letting it go out into the world.
She asked for almost nothing in her life. She worked, she held us together, she carried me alone. When the end came, she waited — held on across the water until I reached her side — and looked at me one last time before she let go.
„Beloved Boy" is everything I couldn't say in time, and everything I'll never stop saying. She is sewn into my chest. I haven't forgotten her, and I never will.
For you, Mama. 🤍