wow, Sue, beautifully written, I'm glad Perky is out of the suitcase and with you in a controlled manner. I love that you and Ellie have held onto many of the Evans traditions! Enjoy your trip to DE
Hi Lou, The best part of every Christmas day was talking to you on the phone about what we both got for Christmas - ha! (And decorating cookies that Mom made.) I'm sending lots of positive vibes and love to the Johnston-Peter-Jahn family this week.
I’m sitting here having read this with tears in my eyes. We try and try to reconcile over the transom of time and memory, and the only place where things change is in our hearts before we’re snapped like a rubberband into anxiety. Such gorgeous writing. 🙏🏻
Thank you Elissa. I don't know why, but I fall into this "what if" mode too frequently - probably something I will always come back to in my writing - but you're right that the only place things change is in our hearts. And I guess a lot of the reconciliation has to come with ourselves.
Conflict and mothers. Brilliant, incisive and touching memoir.
Thank you Robert!
wow, Sue, beautifully written, I'm glad Perky is out of the suitcase and with you in a controlled manner. I love that you and Ellie have held onto many of the Evans traditions! Enjoy your trip to DE
Hi Lou, The best part of every Christmas day was talking to you on the phone about what we both got for Christmas - ha! (And decorating cookies that Mom made.) I'm sending lots of positive vibes and love to the Johnston-Peter-Jahn family this week.
Only Love Prevails.
I can’t bring them back again
Those moments I hold fast in memory
Dear ones dancing in my dreams
Still reaching out to me
When Spring has come and gone again
And brilliant Summer pales
And Fall sets sail in frosty winds
Only love prevails
No, I can’t change the flow of time
Tho sometimes I’ve wished that I could
But my heart shall bind up all loose ends
And keep them mine for good
So let us recall some old songs
And sing them out around the fire
And hail once more our loved ones before
The hour that we retire
When Spring has come and gone again
And brilliant Summer pales
And Fall sets sail in frosty winds
Only love prevails
Malcolm McKinney 2016
Malcolm, that's beautiful. Have you put it to music? Thank you for sharing it with me and all of us.
Thanks for your comment. I am working on a new CD. That one will be on it.
Here's one I recorded.
heart not big enough
https://youtu.be/RurxhD2Sceg?si=uA9qLyEoTihDgvG0
It's the last ray of evening
Burning in the sky
The clouds have built a fortress
And you've slipped inside the gate
Your light leaves my heavens
And the sun dips below
And my heart's just not big enough
To bear the weight
I gave you a locket
I gave you a child
I gave you a garden
With the love growing wild
I gave you a lifetime
Of laughter every day
Now you leave me here alone
In tears
While you slip away
While you slip away
I cling to the vision
Of your beauty in my eyes
And the sound of your voice
In my ear singing true
I cling to the feeling
Of your body in my hands
Cause my heart's just not big enough
To let go of you
I gave you a locket
I gave you a child
I gave you a garden
With the love growing wild
I gave you a lifetime
Of laughter every day
Now you leave me here alone
In tears
While you slip away
While you slip away
My heart is just not big enough
No, no no
My heart is just not big enough
To let you go
Big enough to love you
But not to bear the weight
When you leave me here in tears
While you slip away
While you slip away
Aw, that's so lovely. I wish you all the best with your new CD!
i hope the new venture thrives for the selfish reason it makes writing like this financially practical for you and available to us stowaways to read
and ohhhh: the cookies!!!
Thank you Appleton - I'm with you! And stowaways welcome!
I’m sitting here having read this with tears in my eyes. We try and try to reconcile over the transom of time and memory, and the only place where things change is in our hearts before we’re snapped like a rubberband into anxiety. Such gorgeous writing. 🙏🏻
Thank you Elissa. I don't know why, but I fall into this "what if" mode too frequently - probably something I will always come back to in my writing - but you're right that the only place things change is in our hearts. And I guess a lot of the reconciliation has to come with ourselves.