I would give anything I own,
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home
I would give everything I own,
Just to have you back again
Just to touch you once again
Yes, you never get over it. You go on, but, they come with you. I don't care. There is no other way.
I tried to tell my dad that at the end, when Cancer had had it's way with him. He didn't want to hear it, because he didn't want to cry in front me. I said it anyway, he held fast and I just didn't stop crying.
I remember saying..rather declaring! that nothing would ever hurt me as much as my mum dying did. I miss her every day.
I lost my mum and both grandmothers within 3 months, 30 years ago yet I know people who are my age who still have grandparents! It's weird to me and I really resent it!
I think of my father & mother every day. I make a point of it. I hold a fantasy dear about going back just for a weekend when it was all there. Everything was there. They wouldn't know, but, I would. No angst about the weekend ending, just joy for the family as it was then. At the end I'd just wake up back here and I'd be rested and blessed.
Your face in these pictures looks like a poem
Your eyes lit up like a river storm
Your body so much like a blanket thrown on a warm bed at night,
Like a house in the storm
Every girl in that bar looked like nineteen sixty-five
With her sailor tattoos and her drawn-out eyes
Every now then she still crosses my mind
And by every now and then I mean most of the time
By every now and then I mean all of the time
Shadows are fallin' and I'm runnin' out of breath
Keep me in your heart for a while
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for a while
Hold me in your thoughts
Take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes
Keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you
Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green, green grass of home
Kept some letters by his bed dated nineteen sixty-two
He had underlined in red every single "I love you"
I went to see him just today, oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away, first time I'd seen him smile in years