Mothers and Rhyming Simon  

GB_Cple 66M/55F  
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12/1/2005 11:51 pm

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Mothers and Rhyming Simon

I was me mums birthday on Friday, she's 83 years old , so as a dutifull son, I gave her a call to wish her well, the house was full with grandchildren and great grandchildren.
She doesn't leave the house much , as she can't see well anymore, but fortunatly two of my sisters live close by, and visit everyday , as do several grandchildren.

I read freetime648 blog, yesterday and the day before, and it really tugged at my heart, so I phoned me mum again last night, just to say hello, and then thought I put up this nice song from Paul Simon, my mum really liked this song, and I do too, as i now live so far away from home, some of the lyrics now have a really special meaning for me.

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.


Paul Simon copyright, Sony Music

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