This is a song I wrote in response to a spoken work performance by the Bahamian playwright and actor Patrice Francis, who wrote her piece in response to the research of Dr. Stephanie Hutcheson about flourishing after Hurricane Dorian. You can hear more about this in the SongWriter podcast episode. The song is available wherever music streams.
Sweet Milk
Lead me to sweet milk and peace
Hold me until we are released
Though it breaks my heart in pieces, just the same
I love to hear you speak his name
When the wind died down I raised my head
Spent days finding who was missing, who was dead
A scoured lot, where the family home once was
Lost just like the why and the because
People always try to keep it light
Sadness is like sounds heard in the night
Or like an illness that you catch by breathing
The air of someone who still in grieving
I am still grieving