The Song ~ Down Memory Lane

The Song

We all three had our glasses on
We went to lunch and they played a song
We said “Oh My” remember this ~
The song that never left our lips
That as a child we sang ~ the song that never leaves the lips

There we were all worn and grey
But we still enjoy the day
Our hearts and our minds are young ~ we laugh ~ we talk
But we no longer run

As children we ran and played the day away
But now that we’re worn and grey
to lunch we go ~ to spend the day
To say in touch ~ to laugh and play
But no longer can we run

And on that day, the song came on that never left our lips
A song we sang when we were young

“Oh yes” we remember
When the song came on
Each of us smiled that smile of wonderment that only in our
minds could we picture it

The days at play ~ the song that never went away
A song for only us three ~ a song that told us we were meant to be
Each one special in her own way ~ as we ran and played

The song of the young ~ the song that young ones sing so sweet
Because the song that came on that day was
a baby sweet sitting with her mom ~ giggling and singing ~
As only children do ~

The song that never leaves the lips
The song of ~Youth ~
That is remembered by three old ladies


© Patricia B. 2009 all rights reserved

As I age, seems I look back more than I should. Wrote this because as a blessing, I still have my sisters, and to lunch we go. We no longer run and play, but our memories are shared of those days. Some we actually remember differently, and then we laugh. And we remember the mom, who as a single mom could have made so many different choices for us. I now know the sacrifices she made to keep a family together for three little girls so they could giggle, laugh, and play.

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Peabea

I'm Not A Very Good Wife

I'm not a very good wife of a musician. I hate the mess that the instruments make. I've looked at that mess on and off for forty-seven years. I call my recreation room a wreck room. But, I also have known marriage is not a one-way street. It's not 'all my way or the highway'. The give and take is an important part of marriage.

In the early years when you start making a home together, it's not always easy since you're both use to things your way. The give and take was a battle at first. I will say, I was kind of spoiled and naive thinking marriage was a fairy tale where you set up housekeeping and all goes smoothly. It doesn't. We made messes and there was no mom there to clean them up. It was up to us to do housekeeping, pay the bills, provide food.

I learned over the years that I make messes too with my hobbies, and he has to look at my mess. Life is not always neat and tidy. Marriage is not always neat and tidy. It is a continuing growing process. If you love someone truly then the give and take isn't so bad once you get past the spoiled part of youth. It's not always an uphill battle, and you learn that giving is more rewarding than taking and always getting your own way.

The instruments that I look at now bring back all the memories of a man's life. The music he made as a young traveling musician. The music he made when he came off the road and formed his own band. The music he made when the children were old enough to pass the talent onto whether they choose to use it in life at all, and the music that his life has given us in all our married years together.

I learned that I hate the mess the instruments make when spread all over a room, but the sound when all played together is worth it.

Loving a musician can be an awesome adventure.

Inhibitions and Innocence

Innocence Definition

• The state, quality, or virtue of being innocent, as:
a. Freedom from sin, moral wrong, or guilt through lack of knowledge of evil.
b. Guiltlessness of a specific legal crime or offense.
c. Freedom from guile, cunning, or deceit; simplicity or artlessness.
d. Lack of worldliness or sophistication; naiveté.
e. Lack of knowledge or understanding; ignorance.
f. Freedom from harmfulness; inoffensiveness.

When we are born we are so fresh and new that it is amazing. We have no shame, no remorse, no prejudices, no hatred…simply we have nothing in our hearts, it seems, except love. We love and we love to be loved.

The proof of this as they say is in the pudding. Just be around any small child to know that they are trusting and innocent, and they love unconditionally and they adore knowing they are loved.

They do crave a lot of attention to prove that they are loved as much as the love they are willing to give. It is amazing.

I babysit my grandson, and when visiting his preschool class recently, it was very apparent of how all children exhibit these traits. They were so fun to watch as they interacted with each other and the teacher. For the most part, they followed the rules because that is another trait of children, they like structure. They may fight it, and display the opposite, but I think to them structure means that we care about them.

They were learning their first letters of the alphabet, and singing songs. Each child had brought something that started with the letter “B”, and when asked to come up front to share what toy or item they brought that started with the letter “B”, they did so willingly. Some were bashful, but each child proudly told about their item with no inhibition. They simply are amazing little people.

The teacher had some hand-me-down Halloween costumes so they could have dress up time. They were delighted, and each child tried on many different outfits as they also played. One child even brought me over a hat to wear, and then an outfit that he wanted me to wear, but there was no way I could even begin to fit into that small super hero outfit. LOL

Children interact with each other without judging or the fear of being judged by the other children. A simple hi and what’s your name and off they run playing is usually the norm that you find on any playground.

scribbled by peabea 1-7-2011

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