When I was just a little girl, my dear maternal grandmother sang to me our special little song in our special moments together. She gifted to me without realizing it then, my lifelong mantra of truism I find console in, forevermorre. And, as the sound of my grandmother’s voice has long gone silent, Doris Day sings just to me, and I’m with grandmother again.

And when I was blessed with my little girl, I sang to her as my grandmother sang to me; in each others arms with pure happiness and a reverie of smiles and giggles.

And when I was blessed again with my granddarhling, I’ve introduced her to a woman she will never meet but will know through my smile and embrace as I sing to her, what will be, will be…

Que Sera Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me
Que será, será Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows Day after Day
Here’s what my sweetheart said
Que será, será Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será What will be, will be
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly
Que será, será Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be
Que será, será

Songwriters: Jay Livingston / Ray Evans