Simple Picture

“How old is he?” he asks
My breath stops for a moment
thoughts swirl
heart beats harder
tears begin to flow
“He isn’t here anymore” I say
My throat feels like it is closing
Tears come
Dread, will there be another
question?
Sadness that he is gone too
Sadness that so many people
in my life
are gone.

©2023 CBialczak

Today I went to see my dad in the Memory Care Unit he lives at. I was showing him pictures of my miniatures and then handed him my phone to show him my latest completed miniature. He began touching pictures and my son’s picture came up. He recognized him.

Country Music: Song Lyric Sunday

Jim is the host of Song Lyric Sunday and this week the theme is Country Music https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2023/01/21/what-is-country/

When I was in high school I had a boyfriend who said he liked country music and I said that I did not because it sounded like “suicide music”. I don’t think that was my name for it, probably something I heard. Anyhow, what I thought of country music was whining women about the guy who did them wrong, yada yada yada. He introduced me to Hank Williams and Alabama, to name just a couple favorites. Well, after this I was open to hearing more country music.

In college, I worked in Disney World for a semester on the college program. There was a bar, I think closer to Cocoa Beach than Lake Buena Vista, called Rodeo. I only went once or twice but I wanted so badly to learn line dancing. I never really did.

Now I do still listen to country, but mixed in with other stuff. After losing my first husband I listened to a song every day on the way to and on the way home from work that helped me cope.

Lyrics

I got rice cooking in the microwave
Got a three day beard I don’t plan to shave
And it’s a goofy thing but I just gotta say, hey
I’ma doing alright

Yeah, I think I’ll make me some home-made soup
I’m feeling pretty good and that’s the truth
It’s neither drink nor drug induced, no
I’m just doing alright

And it’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good
Ah, yeah

It’s been fifteen years since I left home
I said good luck to every seed I’d sown
Gave it my best and then I left it alone
I hope they’re doing alright

Now I look in the mirror and what do I see
A lone wolf there staring back at me
Long in the tooth but harmless as can be
Lord, I guess he’s doin’ alright

And it’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good

Sometimes it’s lonely, sometimes it’s only me
And the shadows that fill this room
Sometimes I’m falling, desperately calling
Howling at the moon, ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Yeah-yeah, oh-oh

Well, I might go get me a new tattoo
Or take my old Harley for a three day cruise
Might even grow me a Fu Manchu

And it’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good

It’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good, ah-ooh, oh yeah-yeah

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Darrell Scott

It’s a Great Day to Be Alive lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Then as the days went on and I heard other tunes by other artists this song by Marin Morris became sort of my anthem. She isn’t necessarily considered full country but she fits in there.

Lyrics

I’ve cussed on a Sunday
I’ve cheated and I’ve lied
I’ve fallen down from grace
A few too many times
But I find holy redemption
When I put this car in drive
Roll the windows down and turn up the dial

Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

When Hank brings the sermon
And Cash leads the choir
It gets my cold cold heart burning
Hotter than a ring of fire
When this wonderful world gets heavy
And I need to find my escape
I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling
‘Til my sins wash away

Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Hey, can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Maren Larae Morris / Michael James Ryan Busbee

My Church lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Thursday Inspiration #188 Pump It Up

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The themes are heaven and Pump It Up

Watch for me

If I could wish for just one thing
it’d be for a large balloon
I’d use my strength to pump it up
and get to you real soon.

Someone told me just today
that there is just one path
to Heaven as our God proclaims
eliminates all wrath.

And so I take my big balloon
and bounce and hop real high
’cause I know you’re in heaven now
and I can reach the sky

So watch for me if you can
through sunlight and some clouds
and I’ll be shouting out your name
I’ll make sure I scream real loud!

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Little Notes to You (even though you’re gone).

I have wanted to write to you every day
but the sadness and tears have kept me away
I think of it often and say that I’ll try
But each day goes on, each day goes by

I think of the words I’d write in my note
about all of the things said and things that you wrote
I’d write about things that we did in the past
But my sadness and sorrow swallow it up really fast

I hear of the people who lost their loved one
and it seems like these practices all have been done
Things meant to keep all the memories near and alive
Things meant to be said if only you had survived

And so I sit here in tears with my pen and my pad
Thinking of all the good times that we already had
Trying to know that what’s happened is done
Trying to keep going even now that you’re gone.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry