Our House
'I'll light the fire
You put the flowers in the vase
That you bought today
Staring at the fire
For hours and hours
While I listen to you
Play your love songs
All night long for me
Only for me ...
i remember that afternoon, sad and sticky with sleep. i wonder why it always felt that way to a child waking up from too much siesta, finding most of the day to be gone. the day, turning from a sunny yellow full of life, to twilight's melancholic, greenish blue.
you, dim, with a feeling of being momentarily lost before coming to, realizing that it's been awhile since your eyes were last open, and your turn at the game you were playing was gone, and just never comes back to you.
how?
Come to me now
And rest your head for just five minutes
Everything is good...
how could you possibly have given in to words, melting all resistance to sleep, leaving all that playing and running, marveling in awe and wide-eyed wonder at every little new thing that you discover about the world around you?
how?
Such a cosy room
The windows are illuminated
By the sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you ...
gentle, soothing and sweet, those words. for a child of 7, yes, i couldn't possibly have been more than 8 at that time. could the world be any other way than that moment? i didn't think so. and if i had a picture of that memory, i would keep in my wallet to remind me of how it felt so safe and secure, to trust and believe, that everything goes right in the world, keeping that thought captive, to last me all these days.
my ate, playing me that song, putting me to sleep.
from another place and time.
too long ago.
i remember.
i may have lived a lifetime once over ever since.
still, at the end of the day, after i've left all my worries right at the doorstep, i keep going back to simplify, and cherish the things that matter most, being most grateful.
for love.
for family.
for home.
for that memory.
Our house is a very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And Our
La la lalalala la lalala la
lala lala lah .... lalalala lalalalah
I'll light the fire
And you place the flowers in the jar
That you bought today ...'
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
1970
Filed Under: Mementoes
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