I recently read that some 5 year olds think that Bob Dylan is a weird man.
Bob? No way.
Now this is weird –
Category Archives: Song Blog
76. Just forget the world
Clare has a little over two years left at home – she’s a Sophomore this year. I don’t dwell on the day she leaves for college, but it’s always there, in the back of my mind. That’s why I don’t mind driving her to school a few times a week – it gives us some good in-the-car time where we can be ourselves (I’m sometimes still in my pajamas, much to Clare’s amusement) and interact on a basic mother-daughter level.
The other day, when I was driving her to school, a song came on the radio and we both exclaimed “I like this song!” Clare didn’t know the name of it, and neither did I, but since we both liked it I got in the longer drop-off line so we could finish listening to the song. Clare noticed and thanked me.
Damn, I’m gonna miss her.
Oh, the song was Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.
75. When the fairies sing
White coral bells upon a slender stalk
Lilies-of-the valley line the garden walk
Oh don’t you wish that you could hear them ring?
That will happen only when the fairies sing
My mom didn’t sing to me much, but she did sing White Coral Bells to me when the Lilies of the Valley were in bloom. They grew in a patch of earth near the end of the driveway and we both looked forward their tiny white flowers and sweet scent.
I was weeding the garden yesterday evening and saw that our lilies of the valley were in bloom and I could hear my mother singing White Coral Bells.
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