Siggi’s power has always been her voice, but she can’t bring herself to sing anymore. They say there’s nothing like Mother’s Love, but her Daughter is fading out of her reach. A SONG FOR MY DAUGHTER follows a relationship strained, but always held together with love, as a Mother’s Daughter longs to come home.
The sound/humming of a choir slowly rising.
I used to do loads of things…but I just talk about them now…
Choir in the shower…
Teacher?! I can barely reach ya… on a zoom.
‘Live Performance Workshop’
(Laughs)
Chop.
My boss met me on the street.
A laptop exchange. Incogneet.
Someone will phone you in the morning.
Ok….
I say.
My guts soaring.
Early March Twenty Twenty.
My daughter has become the daughter of many.
Staying with her friends’ parents in a very nice crescent.
She hates my guts.
We drive each other fucking nuts.
I will do my upmost to keep my profanity inside my head.
23rd March.
Lockdown.
No you can’t just pop down.
Your other mother is a nurse.
It’ too dangerous to disburse.
But will I ever see you again?
I write you every day…
A postcard just to say…
A month of hell.
And I fell.
Cried every hour.
Even singing was no longer a super power.
A furloughed mother.
Is like no other.
Silence.
Then…one day…you called.
You wanna come home.
But I’m not sure…what for?
You’re happy aren’t you?
In your new hood.
A daily walk in the wood…
You say everything is all good…
I don’t want to be facetious.
It’s just my simple thesis.
I’m broken hearted.
But I don’t think that being departed means anything to you…
I wanna come home you say.
In that adamant way.
And I say…
…Ok…
A breath.
Let’s try…
In the Sun.
Your Mum.
The choir swells.
Crescendos.
CHORUS
You scare me, you know
I don’t know who you are or how far you’ll go
I wish things could be the way they were before
My little girl…
Holding my hand
Dancing on the seashore
Dancing on the seashore…
[Possible] CRESCENDO CHORUS
Come dancing on the seashore…
I’ll take your hand in mine…
I know
You’re not a little girl…and that’s fine…
But just come dancing one last time…