Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 64
Come join us!
There are memories I choose not to live with, but we occasionally meet for a drink.
~Robert Brault
Come join us!
There are memories I choose not to live with, but we occasionally meet for a drink.
~Robert Brault
North Texas is a land of storms
And in 1970 so was our living room
And when your 6 years old
You can’t just pick up and leave town
Your stuck like a fence post
In the middle of tornado alley
The rain is going to come down hard
The winds may knock you down
Cause your heart is a trailer park
That is just the way it is
So you learn to pray
And sometimes look the other way
Like the eastern window of an old house
Then no matter how you try
Part of it follows you
Down the road are pieces of your past
Like remnants of a tornado’s destruction
And you find yourself sitting
Back in that same old place even if it is just for a little
while
I look back and I see that 6-year-old sometimes
And find she is not that far away
Just another rain storm away
From remembering
What not to say.
