wishing I to remember me
I sing songs my great grandmother sang
so I can remember my grandmother
loving me as much as I loved mother
I sing to remember the song
how it goes and where it has been
whose lips have touched it
what ears grabbed it from a
velvet evening sky and used
it to learn to live as their father
lived before they were the sparkle
in the mother’s eye one fine spring
morning when the air was sweet
and love was riper than the golden
notes of this song in my mouth
remembering me coming up
the hill the top out of sight
just climbing cause there had
to be somewhere better maybe
it was just someplace else and
I have learned the songs from
yesterday still mean to me today
what they meant on warm
summer nights in another life
beautiful and endearing!