By Rachel A. Hanson
Tell me where I belong,
Surely, you understand
I cannot be myself until
I find out who I am
Tell Me Where I Belong by Michael McLean
“Rachel, do you want to learn how to play the piano?”
My mom asks on our front step, looking at the bulletin board for the apartment building.
Oh boy, did I!?
I watched my mom play, heard the piano in Sunday School, and marveled at the sound of the organ that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang with when we watched General Conference twice a year.
I would belong to this secret club – a club only available to those who could read the notes on the page.
I worked so hard to be a part of this club, figuring out who I was.
It’s harmony my friend.
Harmonize with earth and sky and everything therein
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