Solillaquists of Sound - A Wake In The Mourning lyrics

Grandma Irene, mother of
Three, wife, painter, saint of Laughs
She’d tell the family of a time
And the room became bright
Watching or not, she danced
Generous does understate
Hold her hand and she knows we relate
"Be smart, " she said
"You’re our favorite thing"
Ceremonies can’t hold, all our moments
And unwritten poems she said, "You’re soft
Like a butterfly’s wing"

You are more than life contained
They say loss but I know you remain
Like a butterfly’s wing
Gather as you wish to do
But let me have my wake in the mourning

Auntie Fran, mother of 8
Made of celestial eloquence, sister of seven
Celetins passed reminded me of Angela
Davis, rocking a fro, believing in tomorrow
For the sub sequential task raising a
Fist to risk changing a dish
Into another plate of vegetables and
Fish green apples, her favorite
Native to the behavior fit for keeping
It moving until the age
Of 46 open casket i'd rather not look
There's a certain vow that
I took death is yours i respect
Your tour of the flesh
With more than a funeral to
Adore all of you
Without a ceremony to rep the
Fall of you i wanna
Say that I enjoy you still, today, and
Will, in ways that society won't
Cause it doesn't pay hey
It's ok! I know you better now thanks
For allowing me to be awake
In the mourning wow! It feels good
You know that it does

You are more than life contained
They say loss but I know you remain
Like a butterfly’s wing
Gather as you wish to do
But let me have my wake in the mourning