YOUR WORDS
Live On
Your Words,
Thoughts, and feelings
Were such a big part of the man you were
A big, strong, loving, handsome Irish man
There was so much spirit in you
With your bright blue eyes and caramel colored hair
You lived to express your feelings
Passionately driven to share your heart, soul and mind
And your profoundly astute observations with the world
It was your calling and a blessing to all who knew you
Yet, your words caused you pain
Because they forced you to face
Your own doubt-filled demons
Demons that sometimes made you cruel
When the urge to drown those spirits
And self-medicate those insecurities
With liquid courage
You could be difficult then
But you always wrote with such drama
And truth as you saw it
You drew me in with your words from the start
I loved your mind before I loved your body
And your words are all I have left now
Those beautiful transcripts from your soul
And I know you are in heaven
Waiting for me
And strumming a replica of that beat up
Old guitar that never left your side
And I can keep on living
Because I have a tangible memory of your love and beauty
I can run my hand across the words you wrote
And feel you still here with me.
Forever
In
Your Words.
- Julie O'Hara 2023
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
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