Hey Mr. Sun don't you hurry away.
Why must you always retreat with the day.
Who is the man who lives on the moon?
I'd like to ask him not to light it too soon
A simple poem, written by a teenager in simpler times. I composed it years ago when my young nephew continuously bombarded me with questions I had no answers for. I used to sing it to him on my hard earned Matrix round back acoustic guitar, out of tune and off key. Eventually he learned the words and sang along, never seeming to notice or care that I hadn't really answered any of his questions.
Why do the rivers flow down to the sea?
Where does the wind go when it passes me?
Why can't I fly like a bird?
I wonder why can't I breath like a fish down under the sea?
The words were later sung to sooth my own babies to sleep. My babies... They have all grown up and today the song takes on a whole new meaning.
And they're just questions on their minds,
You know they're asking all the time.
What can you tell an innocent child
What can you tell anyone about life?
That you cherish it. That you protect it.
And that it does go on.
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Zachary flies home on October 1st. I can't wait. I have missed my intellectual son. This shall probably only be a visit since he has decided to stay with the company for a bit longer in order to achieve some of his future goals. That's okay, I'll take what I can get, starting with a big hug! My baby is growing up... Yay! (sniff, sniff, sigh!) I keep fussing about how I can't wait till they're all out of the house, but dang, I love my Oompas to pieces.
Uh oh, I feel a chocolate truffle and Corona moment coming on! (Something tells me I'm going to have a lot of those moments in the months to come, thank goodness for good friends like you!)