Today is my mother's seventieth birthday. I stayed the night in Lexington to get up at six in the morning and sing to her before she left the house to collect her grandchild for the afternoon (after which I went back to bed and woke to the sounds of my niece running around what we still call the music room, even though there hasn't been a piano in there for a decade-plus). We gave her presents with cat motifs, books and a vermilion silk scarf. Tonight my father is taking her to Café St. Petersburg so that she can have a little caviar, to be fancy. Her sister sent flowers in a red glass vase. I have seen more movies from the year in which she was born than I have from my own.
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- 1: I don't want this city without you
- 2: I know all this and more
- 3: What can a friend do to try and convince you that trouble's the cost of being alive?
- 4: History is a yahrzeit candle
- 5: Down the smoking sea she came and over the rail of the dory she came and laughing to his arms
- 6: Wait for the green light, baby, I'll let you slide in
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- 9: I hope I keep feeling like I'm learning all the time
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