Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears
Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEAUTY.
We’ve seen this boat show a hundred times.
We’ve climbed our “Sunrise Hill” at dusk, first with our children 35 years ago, and now with our grand children, to secure the optimum perch from which to watch.
And yet, as I quickened my pace to catch up with the family a few nights ago, I began to cry. Pushing back the tears, I made it to the top just in time, and together we all sat on that hill, watching again as the boats beamed their lights in synchronized time to the music.
Each year we rush back from wherever we are – Epcot, The Magic Kingdom, dinner at The Boardwalk – to make it back to The Poly by Nine PM. Each year we hum and sing along to the now familiar music and closing patriotic songs.
This year, as I sang along, I was listening more than singing…listening to the words of the concluding song – America The Beautiful” being sung by D-man (our #2 grandson). He left abruptly after the last boat display, before the lights-out music, because that music makes him sad; sad that he is leaving soon and sad that it is over.
I lagged behind the rest of the family after the show, hesitant to let them see that I was sad, too, and the tears I had successfully controlled at the outset, were now flowing freely.
#1 Grandson and my daughter, noticing that I was a slow poke, waited for me to catch up, and saw that I was crying. He took my hand and together we walked down the hill, back to our lagoon-view and a moonlight swim.
After all, we were all a bit sad and hearing a sweet child singing “America, The Beautiful” is enough to move even the coldest heart to tears.