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WHERE DOES THE MUSIC GO

He loved the nights when it was just the two of them

when his mother would take out her guitar

and they would sit together in the grass as she’d play music under the stars.

 

There in the cool of the evening he felt safe, secure and calm…

It’s where he realized he loved her music as much as he loved his mom.

 

One night as he leaned against her…listening to her show

he looked into his mother’s eyes and asked,

“Mom, where does the music go?”

 

She smiled as she picked him up and sat him on her knee…

“There’s magic in the music.” she said, “but not everyone can see.”

 

Every time a note is played it hovers in the air.

She picked a string on her guitar then pointed

“Do you see it…floating there?”.

 

“Keep watching as it only lingers for a short time before it travels far…

“I see it Mom I see it! He said. “I saw it land upon that star!”

 

Next she played a chord and he watched the notes hover for a moment 

a musical avatar…until they flew up to the sky and landed on a star.

 

“Some notes are rather slow”, she said, “and some, you’ll see, move quicker.”

“But they all end up on the stars.” she winked.  “That’s what makes them flicker.”

 

And to this day he smiles when he looks up as he walks under the night sky

Listening for its melodies….so he can watch the music fly.

 

As it reminds him of a time long ago when his mom would take out her guitar

the night she taught him how to see the notes

as they journey to the stars.

 
 
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IN MY DREAMS

On the gloomy day of his Grandma’s funeral

at the cemetery…he was trying to be brave

but when it came time to go back home…he could not leave her grave.

 

He stood their all alone…wondering if anyone would understand

until his mother walked up beside him and gently took his hand.

 

“A day like today shows us how our heart can ache…how much it can bleed…

I will miss her too!” she said. “Take all the time you need.”

 

“I’ve been thinking of all the times I walked into her arms.” He said.

“What makes me sad today is that I’ll never walk into them again…

from today…I only walk away.”

 

“And from today every step we take”, his mother said

“every minute, every hour, every day

as unfair as it is…takes us farther and farther away."

 

“I don’t want Grandma to be sad.” he nodded…”I don’t want to upset her.

I don’t want her to think, now that’s she’s gone, I ever will forget her.”

 

The mother smiled, squeezed his hand and said, “There’s something you should know.

Grandma will always be a part of you…she’ll never let you go.”

 

“You cannot forget someone you love…they stay a lot closer than they seem

Grandma will pop up any time you think about her…any time you dream.”

 

He looked up at his mothers as their tears began to flow

Then smiling through his tears he said, “I guess it’s time to go.”

 

HIs mother nodded, ‘Yes it is…don’t worry, Grandma will understand.”

and they walked away together…silently…hand in hand.

 

Suddenly the sun peeked through the clouds 

and with his face illuminated by her beams

he turned around

waved goodbye to his grandma saying,

 

“I will see you in my dreams.”


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THE ANSWER TO HER QUIZ

On the day her son was born…a day of happiness and joy

the doctor came to her bedside and said, “There’s a problem with your boy.”

 

“He will never be like other boys.” the doctor said

“You should think about finding him a permanent place to stay.

It will make your life so much easier…and he won’t be in the way.”

 

“I know just the place.” the mother said.

Where he’ll be happy and free to roam.

Then she thanked the doctor, packed their bags and took her baby home.

 

“You know it wouldn’t be easy.” the doctor said.

The mother smiled…. “Answer me this quiz:

When it comes to being easy..what life ever is?”

 

His teachers said it’s difficult for him to learn

that he has a short attention span…

“I know.” His mother smiled and said, “let’s just teach him what we can.”

 

“You know it won’t be easy.” the teacher said

The mother smiled…. “Answer me this quiz:

When it comes to being easy..what life ever is?”

 

All her life she’s worried about him

as all mothers do

anyplace he ever went 

anytime he started something new.

 

And to everyone who told her it won’t be easy

she gave them this same quiz:

“When it comes to being easy,” she’d ask, “what life ever is?”

 

She worked to make his life meaningful

never thinking as the years passed in such a blur

that as she brought meaning into his life

he brought meaning into hers.

 

And though it wasn’t always easy…

What life ever is?

She’s glad from the beginning 

she knew

 

the answer to her quiz.


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A LONG LINE OF DREAMALISTS

My mom loved to mix her imagination with reality

which meant her stories had a few twists 

I called her world Dreamality…making her a dreamalist.

 

I remember one night when I was young 

We were sitting outside…just her…and me

“Close your eyes.” She said, “and when you open them 

your star will be the first one that you see."

 

“That star was created when you were born…

when you became my son

It was placed up in the heavens to announce 

a new life has begun.”

 

“See how it is beating…it matches the beating of your heart…

Those stars beating brightest are the new ones

while those whose beats are fading are preparing to depart.

 

“Your star remains aglow until the day you die.” She said.

“for our stars are nothing if not precise

at which point it will swoop down and carry your soul to paradise?”

 

I imagine Mom was wise enough to understand the science of light diffusion

how the brightness and the beating of the stars is just an optical illusion…

 

I imagine she understood how meteoroids 

are just burning bits of dust and rock…quite small 

And, scientifically speaking, are not shooting stars at all.

 

But that did not deter her from believing her story in totality

(now you begin to understand my mom’s world of Dreamality).

 

Mom’s star burned out years ago and, yes, I consider it quite nice

to think it swooped down from above and carried her soul to paradise.

 

Many nights I still greet my star…

it’s something I can’t resist.

I regard it as a gift...given to me long ago, 

 

by my Mom, the dreamalist.


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RETURNING THE FAVOR

“What are you doing, son?” she asked after he began to carry her

when she was having trouble as they walked down by the sea?

 

“Just returning the favor,” Mom, he said, 

 

“for all those years…you carried me.”


HOW MANY TIMES

 

He was moving out to be on his own. 

She was filled with happiness…and dread

“Drive safe…don’t forget to call me when you get there…

and remember…I love you…she said.

 

“Mom!” he said rolling his eyes, then smiling facetiously, 

“I wonder in all the years I’ve lived here…

how many times have you said I love you to me.”

 

Which immediately started her thinking as her heart was beginning to bleed

“How many times have I said I love you?” she whispered.

“How many times indeed.”

 

“How many times have I held you in my arms?

How many times have I seen you laugh, seen you cry?

How many times have I read you a story or sang you a lullaby?”

 

“How many sandwiches have I made for you?

How many cookies or pies or ice cream?

How many lunches have I packed you over the years

How many times have I watched as you dream?”

 

“How many times have I worried about you?

How many solutions to your problems did I seek?

How many times have I bandaged your knees?

How many tears have I wiped from your cheeks?”

 

“In all of the times I’ve hugged you hello,”

She said as a tear fell from her eye,

“I never dreamed this day would come

the first time I’d be hugging goodbye.”

 

“So no matter how many times we say goodbye

each time for me is going to be rough

and no matter how many times I’ve told you I love you

 

one more time is never enough.”

 

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SUPERBOY

Deborah and I were in the grocery store…our shopping almost done

When they swooped by us holding hands…a mother and her son.

 

The boy was wearing a blue cap, jeans and a shirt like Superman’s.

He struggled to pull away from his mother’s grasp…

but she had other plans.

 

“I have to hold your hand.” she said, ““I won’t let go…I won’t.”

Still trying desperately to get free the boy replied, 

“Uh Mom…you really don’t.”

 

“You don’t know how to behave.” His mom said, her face showing concern…

“But if you don’t ever let me go,” he retorted, 

“how will I ever learn?”

 

“But you’ll fly all over the store! She said…”I can’t keep track of you.”

“Mom,” he said in all seriousness… “Isn’t that what Superman would do?”

 

“OK,” she said, “but I can’t have you running around going one way then the other…

I believe even Superman, when he was SuperBoy, would listen to his mother.”

 

They boy thought about his mother’s words…after all they were affecting.

“OK Mom, I’ll stay by you.” he said, “besides you need protecting.”

 

So off they went together…both happy with their new plan…

as SuperBoy learned the first lesson in becoming Superman…

 

For if Superman is ever going to learn to act with integrity and aplomb

he first must learn to heed the words…and obey his Supermom.

 

As we left the store I noticed a blue dot in the sky…

And since he kept his word and did not roam…

I wondered was it a bird…a plane…

or did she graciously acquiesce 

and let her SuperBoy fly home.

 

 

 

 
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