SABBA SIBBY SABBA

February 17, 2013

As I lay on the recovery table

the song “Good Morning Starshine” filled my mind.

I hummed it and sang it and hummed it and sang it

wondering if people in the hall could hear me.

Not that it mattered, I couldn’t hold it in.

I’m hoping that if the pain isn’t too great

and if I have any brains left,

I’ll hum and sing it on my death bed,

my love ones singing it with me.

“Tooby ooby wala,

Nooby aba naba,

Early morning singing song.”

Now that would be a send-off.