Where my daughter goes
Nothing grows
Father knows best
And at his behest
I live my life
In constant strife…There are no roads
Winding or straight
I climb the sides of mountains
And arrive too lateMy Clown, you spoke your last words to me
Looked into that world and told what you see
I dreamt of you being ushered away
By girls in Easter dresses on the clearest day
You turned as if to say goodbye
But from your mouth no words did cry
You went to the garden alone
I wonder if you check for me
As my fleshy body roams
This desert terrain
Or torrential rain
I’m always being swept along
By sandstorms and silly love songs
What am I to do with you?
I love you so
You know it’s true
My Crone, I remember your laugh
Now you pound a ruby staff
Into the ground to make it quake
And giggle as your Queendom shakes
I felt you in the sky
When it was lit up like a fire
Your lips were red, your cheeks were full
My one and only other soul
What am I to do with you?
I love you so
You know it’s true
My sweatheart was a tipsy housewife
Drunk on red wine; vignettes of her life
Her daughter died at 35
I hate to think of how she cried
And which angel was it that touched her so?
At 88 years old, her joy was still aglow
My sweetheart, I loved you, terribly so
What am I to do with you?
I love you so
You know it’s true
My Grace, red haired and fair,
I ran to you when I was scared
Laid my head upon your chest
Felt your fingers in my hair
I watched you take those strange last breaths
You waited til I leftTo spare me from your death
What am I to do with you?
I love you so
You know it’s true
My Bear, your granddaughter had red hair
They said that made you love me,
And that was just unfair
They gave you the dose of morphine that killed
We played, “Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?”
You were finally so peaceful, resting, sublime
I tucked you in for the very last time —
What am I to do with you?
I love you so
You know it’s true
