thank you for preparing me for it
thank you for bearing the pain of parting
thank you for never really letting go
ABBA
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...
11 Comments:
My mom makes the most beautiful crochet like nobody else ever can... well, except for my two other sisters, both my grandmothers, my aunt and all my nieces. Okay, so I guess that leaves me the odd one out. But that's fine, cause my house does not go deprived of beautiful crocheted accents anyway. My mom does it all for me... ever so lovingly. I treasure them all.
oo nga, she does make the best. i hope she gets to read this.
don't worry Pa, I'll make sure she does :D
True that every moment not spent with a loved one is a moment lost forever.
Happy Mother's Day to your dear Mom. I'm certain she'll love this piece. :)
yes c, and I know it will take another lifetime to catch up with the ones we've lost now. but perhaps that is not such a bad thing. perhaps that makes us more kind, more gentle, more accepting... more forgiving.
my mom and i have a love-hate relationship, and while it's coming late, are in the throes of cutting-the-apron-strings-itis. but i do love her. :) this was a great piece.
I think most of us have that kind of relationship with our moms. I think it happens when we are so much alike and what makes us flare up are actually things in ourselves that we see in each other... heh.
Mothers are the most wonderful creatures in the world. The sacrifices they make are incomparable with any other. I miss my mom, the mom that I know- terribly.
yes Tito Rolly, I can imagine...
Hi Jet! This is a very sweet and loving tribute to your mom. It reminds me of my mom too... she also crochets... just love the crochet accents in her home... bedspread, piano cover, etc.. I love that Abba song. She really could be thinking those thoughts.
Crochet accents just make the home all the more cozy, don't they? I know my mom does, every time we talk.
Thanks for the visit Toe. :D
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