night song
teach me what my heart is singing for i don’t know the language it speaks tell me the words i am saying for i don’t know the meaning i feel …

remember/september
this is the day when people ask “where were you when the sky went black when we lost our innocence when the world collapsed in fire and smoke?” it is the first of such days for me i know it shan’t be the last my mother’s father was born the year the great war ended her mother was alive when wall street fell my father’s parents were children of the great depression who remember peal harbor grandpa nearly died in a war hospital my parents tell me about jfk and the shots fired mom saw the second sho