written 1998
Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…
He never loved himself But he fell in love with a woman. He never loved himself, But he fell in love with his work. He never loved himself,
Women warriors laboring over hot o… Boiling their bras in the pots. They are the witches of their own… Dancing to the flute caressing the… Feeling the heat of their lives,
Lemon tasting baby dreams Like so many days spent in Readin… Muggy restlessness of summer Watching Kung Fu Or eating
There are times her memories fade… She almost forgets the pain. Of watching you fight with strengt… She feels her life’s in Vain. If only she could explain the Lov…
To be going to school, at this her… At a thirty-five! She MUST be… To have to work, work, work, And study, Oh! so hard. Where teachers, students, and staf…
Did you know that you were special… That Love chose you to be, The Grandparents of an angel, That soon again they’ll see. You loved her very much,
Call her back to a time long ago, Before the white man came to her l… A time long ago when buffalo roame… And her freedom knew no bounds. Call her back to a time long ago
Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again
The stars are old with his delight The ground was soft with rain The moon did show the lovely night And beauty was her reign Her hand reached out to hold his h…
Words can devour the mind and eat… Drown the eyes and crack the mouth… Turn light blues into dark purples… Saturate the soul with angry shado… Words can open doors,
Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…
Now it seems you’re all alone, Your brothers and sisters all have… But alone you’ll never be, With nephews and nieces such as he… All their parents too have gone,
Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,
Beware his love, the path you choo… Could lead you on a wondrous journ… If you should falter, she will be… Through joy or sorrow always at yo… But if you leave the calm and seek…