A Study in Black and White

Fairy Hands

For my dear Mamma, who really does have fairy hands... I only hope mine will someday make it all up to her... For those who don't know, my mom has struggled with a chronic illness for 10 years now. She is one of the bravest people I know; she faces Sir Pain everyday...

She never rested

She flit like fire on the grate

She was impatient

Like she could never wait

She barely breathed

She flew from place to place

Now we only see the

painful constellation on her face

Oh where am I she cries

The fairy cries

I want to leave

Please let me die

But here she stays

And her grey blue eyes

Fight the desolation

But her fairy hands wish to fly

Somehow, our house was always bright

Like pixie dust brushed

It was a beautiful sight

Somehow we could see

just where she had been

But now she just stares

At her tiny fairy hands

Oh where am I she cries

The fairy cries

I want to leave

Please let me die

But here she stays

And her grey blue eyes

Fight the desolation

But her fairy hands wish to fly

I remember the day

When the sun shone bright

And I small and scared

Asked if she was alright

Her wings were tired

I can see it now

The embers stopped in her eyes

The Pain was making its vow

Oh where am I she cries

The fairy cries

I want to leave

Please let me die

But here she stays

And her grey blue eyes

Fight the desolation

But her fairy hands wish to fly

And now her fairy hands

Rest in her fairy lap

She just stares at the ceiling

Wishing time would go back

But the fairy fights

And death still bites

And now I look down and

I've got my own fairy hands

3 Steps Back... But still moving...

Well I'm here once more
at the end of it all
Maybe 80 more years
I'll be laid out in pall
I've got lots to shed tears over
Got lots to laugh to laugh at
Here's to the end of the year
and 3 steps back

One step forward
and 3 steps back
you pull me from the train
while I weep on the tracks
So prone to be lonely yet I want to live alone
I fight the 3 steps back
'cause I want to be home

Well I'm here once more
Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall
Maybe 1 more year
when the trumpet calls
I've got lots of good friends
and I'm the one that lacks
Here's to the end of the year
and 3 steps back