I made this for you
Who have not nursed a child
Though mother to all
Who held up a torch
When I tripped in the dark
You guided my way
You were born for this
To pick up the broken parts
Make them whole again
Your little bundle
Is wrapped in those of us
Whose lives cross your path
For the love of a mother
Can be in one woman to another
( A special dedication to special women in my life on mother’s day)
She knew exactly what he meant when he said that he felt grounded.
It was that sense of escape from the daily grind, from the onslaught of the noise in your head and the responsibilities that handcuffed you in claustrophobic spaces.
After all this time, like the little town, she was still his refuge, the one he thought of when he had thoughts to spare. She alone understood his unspoken words.
They were her words too.
Though miles apart, she felt his longing.
She understood how to make him smile again.
That little town, stood as proxy for her heart.
Lately, he had felt a growing restlessness, plagued by memories best left in tissue wrap in that special corner of his mind, that place of solace when the music ended, colluding with his empty whiskey glass.
So it surprised him to feel a sense of tranquility as he drove into the little town, nestled against the mountain with its neat tree lined streets.
Suddenly, there she was, stepping out of the shadows – a figment of his imagination?
He had to share this moment with her, make her see what he saw.
She responded to his message immediately with: “I know!”
All detours I took
Through beautiful scenery
Led me back to you
A mirrored reflection caught my eye
A black and white picture of you and I
Behind the reflection, rose colored walls
Sounds of love songs echoing down halls
Through the tracks of needles and tapes
Spun out of swelling love and heartbreaks
Time swirled around and streamed through
A broken part of me to a broken part of you
Shared memories linger in that ideal frame
A sequenced montage that calls out my name
As I gaze closely at the photograph once again
I glimpse the anticipation we could not contain
When our favorite song invited us to dance
We seemed to have been captured in a trance
The image keeps us locked in eternal embrace
What happened next, there is no sign or trace
That appears to be the way of sweet dreams
Where the magic is not as perfect as it seems
But as I lay my weary head and return to sleep
I rewind our love song that still makes me weep
It’s over now
The sluice gates were opened wide
Filling the river with tears that I cried
You hovered for a while
Not wanting to leave me like this
So you turned and gave me a final kiss
Still you keep coming back
In my thoughts, and into my dreams
Your face, reflected in the sun beams
Though it’s over now
There’s a special place for you in my heart
Even though we’ll now and forever be apart
The music will still linger on
It is the language of our souls
It permeates far beyond our controls
I’m so glad that I had this dance with you.