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: To the green field by the sea
- 2: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 3: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 4: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 5: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 6: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 7: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
- 8: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
- 9: We dig for the gods that leave no bones
- 10: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
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