Maybe

I went to see a production of Annie this weekend, because my boss's daughter was cast as Annie. I was excited to see her perform and also to touch back to what was my favorite of all the plays/musicals that my parents took us to when we were kids. I remember going to Indianapolis to see it, absolutely loving it, and singing the songs for years afterward.

Watching the musical, I got particularly teared up when Annie sang this number:

Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straighetning his tie
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sitting playing piano
He's sitting paying a bill

Betcha they're young
Betcha they're smart
Bet they collect things
Like ashtrays, and art

Betcha they're good
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake
Was giving up me

So maybe now it's time,
And maybe when I wake
They'll be there calling me baby
Maybe

Betcha he reads
Betcha she sews
Maybe she's made me
A closet of clothes
Maybe they're strict
As straight as a line...
don't really care
As long as they're mine
So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of it's kind...
Won't you please come get your baby

I think the tears were from a little girl inside me that hoped someone would come and get me, or at least that my own parents would come to life and fully embody themselves, and love me like I needed and deserved to be loved...

Maybe