she is a married lady in love with a married man
they are together now daily, you see them holding hands
she writes him cards and letters, he writes her beautiful poems
she packs her wedding dress away and makes their house into a home
married lady with shiny pots and pans
brand new china and decorating plans
she is a married lady doing her best each day
with two little boys and a baby, one more on the way
tricycles turn to bicycles, bicycles turn to cars
she sees those babies fly, spread their wings to the stars
married lady with wash on the line
she’s cooking and cleaning all of the time
everyone who meets her, they all agree nobody is sweeter
she is a special kind of rose that only grows in the springtime
i will never know another
quite as nice as this beautiful lady — she’s my mother
(8 bar bridge of CSNY-esque harmonies)
she is a married lady still in love with that man
now they have three grand babies and she still has decorating plans
fifty-five years gone by now, they’ve been side by side
he’s still writing poems, she still looks like a bride
married lady, her name is Mim
i do appreciate she married him
married lady, the very best lady i know
she is a married lady
in love with a married man…
~~ end of lyric.
So, I wrote that song for Mom, eh, and sang and played it on guitar at her and Dad’s 55th wedding anniversary party this past summer. Cousin Helen took some pix of me presenting it, I’ll have to ask her for those.
As the party danced on, Mom and Sister Rosie treated us to dueling harmonicas.
That’s Dad to Mom’s left.
Earlier we gathered outside.
as to the first photo in this post… about a week ago Kelly conceptualized, set up and took that photo for her Instagram photography account.
(fyi, she just reached 23K followers on her gymnastics Instagram account!)
But back to this story…
I added my pack of Christmas cards to the mix and took the following… (with not such a good camera as Kelly’s)
(If I still had my working photoshop I’d ‘ve made those art residue stains on the table disappear.) Alas, I’ve been technically-sideswiped again by the Universe.
It’s all good tho, eh?
I’ll soon be sending one of those cards to cousin Helen and other dear ones up in Canada Land.
As per the above lyric — true, Mom loves to decorate and redecorate, has ever since I’ve known her. She’s got that special touch.
Here’s the interior of that little porch she and Dad added to their beach cottage a few years ago…
Mind you, Jim, Kelly and I only had THREE days to visit with my side of the family this summer, so running around snapping House & Style photos was not on my mind as much as communing with real humans, and photographing them.
I like the cottage. They bought it in 1979.
Dad’s Christmas pressie from us this year is a framed photo of the 3 grand-babies on the beach.
Mom’s present is an old Wedgwood “Jasper Blue” bowl that’s in this box I wrapped yesterday…
Jim bought the blue bowl and an identical “rosewood” tinted one at a yard sale a few months ago.
Mom loves blue dishes and I rose, so there we go!
My bowl is currently upside-down, used as a shell stand, as you can see.
But here’s how it would probably look if a Normal Person owned it ….
(fyi, that’s not spider poop on my shelf — it’s golden sparkles from a votive candle that was sitting there before I snapped the pix.)
Yesterday Kelly chose the following card for Nanny & Poppy…
That’s a shot she took, trying out her new-used Fuji Finepix.
And today — Monday Dec. 8th, 2014 I set out those and other pressies to Canada in my shipping bin, along with my eBay parcels…
So AWESOME I don’t even have to go to the Post Office to mail Internationally! All done online, with labels and customs forms printed out at home, cool!
I’ll be sure to tell Mom & Dad not to look at my blog until after Christmas so their pressies will stay a surprise!
And I’m sure I’ll be posting here again before Christmas. Been writing poems lately! Well, 1 or 3. Edit — Nope, more posting didn’t happen.
Posted with love and wonderment,