ON MY KNEES

ON MY KNEES

You watched me as I left last night
A grin across your face
Guess you knew I'd be back
I just needed my own space;
You said "You can't stay away
You'll be back by sundown"
And baby, you were right
My feet barely left the ground.

On my knees, you are happy
Throwing me a crumb
I know I look pathetic
But I just feel so numb;
You never seem proud of me
You treat me like a whore
Someday, sometime, somehow
I'll walk out the door.

When I keep coming back
Each time I hate myself
And even on my knees
You keep me on a shelf;
So when you're fast asleep
On my knees, I'll be
Praying to God in Heaven
To finally set me free.

LOVERS WEATHER

LOVERS WEATHER


I like meat & potatoes
I like oven baked yams
I like eggs over easy
With a big ol' slice of ham;
I like oatmeal & brown sugar
And toast that's almost burnt
Real butter and real cream
Jam....blackberry current.

I like storms at the shoreline
I like sleet when it's night
I like wild winds anytime
I want my lightening bright;
I like to catch the first snowfall
Seeing the icecycles form
Watching as winter approaches
Waiting for Christmas morn.

I like your lips so tender
Your mouth I love to kiss
I like the way you remember
To make me feel I've been missed;
I like to take a picnic lunch
Down on the sand at the shore
Feeding each other lobsters
'Til we can't eat anymore.

So let the winds and rain come
We'll take our food upstairs
And climb into our feather bed
Like Goldylocks & the 3 bears;
Rock me to sleep, my darling
Hold me close through the night
No matter the weather forecast
Together in darkness or light.

LOVE IS BLIND

LOVE IS BLIND


She said "I'd like to dance with you
But it's been a long, long time
Since my feet have hit the floor
I know I couldn't keep time";
He walked away & wondered
If, she too, had given up
And as he buttoned up his coat
He threw away his cup.

The night air felt refreshing
As he walked on home alone
And as he passed the darkened stores
He saw a booth with a telephone;
He called his home to leave a message
So he'd have a greeting there
Alone and getting older now
There was no-one left to care.

He lay alone beneath the quilts
And wished he had someone
To wake up on the Sabbath with
As a brand new day begun;
He fried himself some pancakes
Dressed to go to church
And sat alone in his old pew
Prayed away the hurts.

She said "May I sit with you?
I'm new here and all alone
I don't know hardly anyone
To even call on the phone";
His smile lit up his whole face
As he slid down the pew
And when he walked her to her home
He felt he was brand new!

He said "How was the dance?"
She said she had left too
They smiled and walked slower
Under a sky now baby blue;
She held his arm so tightly
He never seemed to mind
The noise of her white cane
As he realized she was blind.

When they moved in together
He asked her for her hand
In marriage and forever
To wear his wedding band;
Her gift to him was herself
She no longer lived in fog
For he had trained and bought her
A special seeing-eye dog.

They danced inside their kitchen
He held his woman tight
And thanked his Heavenly Father
For making things alright;
She loved her husband dearly
And as the years flew by
She asked God just one thing:
"Take me first when we die."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Today, August 18th, is a very special day to me because that is the day God chose to give the breath of life to my mother.

He gave to the world a girl who loved the United States of America where she was born. He created a young lady who skated on the river in Mass., attended school there & worked in the city. He presented her to us as our dear mother who we all loved very, very much.

I remember her grace, her wit, her intelligence, her beauty, her common sense and of course, her talent. Her fingers would fly over the keys of her organ and piano and her voice was as sweet as any bird in the sky. She was proud to be our choir leader and church organist for many years.

My mother washed our clothes in an old tub with no running water and hung them out to dry year-round. She baked bread every day for us; she never took a nap or a rest. Mum worked 24/7, 365 days a year for her husband and eight children. She never held an outside job or drove a car but she was indispensable & irreplaceable as our mum.

I used to look forward all year long to my annual Nova Scotia vacation for one reason alone......to spend time with my mother in Barrington, in the house where I was born. I always tried to be there by August 18th and surprise her with a home-made birthday cake, made by Vi Richardson.

We'd play scrabble almost every afternoon while I was home and that's when we had our private chats. She had a wonderful sense of humour, she was easy to love. Her laughter was contagious, her eyes seemed to look right through me, her smile lit the darkness in our world.

I miss her as much today as I did after her death at the age of 72 in 1979. She never knew I had a son as he was born after her untimely death. How she loved all of her grandchildren! I have wished many, many times that I could go to her with my failures and my successes. But God gave her to me for 31 years and I'm grateful He did.

I love you, Mum; happy birthday!

"NOW WHAT?"

"NOW WHAT?"

You look at me with pity
As you walk away again
I hear you say "See ya''
But you never tell me when;
When we're chatting on the phone
And you say "I gotta go"
I wonder where you're going
That you don't want me to know?

Often when we are in bed
You dress to go outside
You say you're going for a smoke
Then you stay gone; you lied;
I ask you if you love me
And you reply "sometimes"
Then I see you out with her
Guess you think I'm blind!

As you walk away from me
You often say "Take care"
But who am I caring for
I thought we were a pair?
Last night you said "Goodnight"
As you hung up the phone
But how can my night be good
If I'm sleeping all alone?

So darlin', if I'm not the woman
You want each winter night
Don't use me in the summer
For your afternoon delight;
Don't worry and don't pity me
You know I love you, BUT
I'm getting two mixed signals
So tell me, babe: "Now what?"

BROWN EYES CRYING IN THE FOG

BROWN EYES CRYING IN THE FOG

Once upon a time you loved me
Said forever you'd be mine
Then I heard that you had married
And I believe true love is blind.

Now I walk around in circles
Just like I was a restless dog
People stare at me with pity
Brown eyes crying in the fog.

When you said your last good-bye
And held my trembling hand
Tears fell down your handsome face
Onto your gold wedding band.

Sad music only makes me worse
I go outside for a long jog
Lovers look at me and question
Brown eyes crying in the fog.

Perhaps in time I will forget you
But as I rest on a fallen log
Head in hands, broken hearted
Brown eyes crying in the fog.

YOU LOOK GOOD........

YOU LOOK GOOD.....

Darlin', you look good in white
And sexy dressed in black
When you wear that pale blue tux
You give me a heart attack!
I love to see you all dressed up
It sets off my alarms
But best of all, baby doll
You look good in my arms.

In my arms and in my heart
I hold you nice and tight
I can see your eyes of blue
And your teeth so white;
I love you decked out in denim
Or in your favourite hat
Best viewed; a la nude
What do you think of that?

When I'm in my coveralls
And up to my ears in dirt
You still give me that ol' wink
How we love to flirt!
But when I wear your wedding ring
With not a stitch in sight
We both know, to take it slow
It'll be a long, sweet night.

Yes, you look good in nothin'
And great when you dress
To go to Church on Sundays
But, dear, I must confess;
While you look hot in leather
Showing all your manly charms
Slim and tall, best of all
You look good in my arms.