(2) Momma's Old Robe (Mom Power)

Hello Listeners,

So, here is song number 2 about a month after song number 1. I know, I know. How am I going to get to 30 songs by 30 (June 4th, 2014) at this rate? Well. I'm going to keep trying. I'm putting a little more time crunch on myself and hoping that that will help. No, I didn't do that on purpose! I intended to have at least 5 or 6 songs up by this point. I've worked on five or six songs since I posted the other, but I guess songs just like life and just like people...take their own sweet time sometimes.

My family gets the first songs because I promised them songs for Christmas. This one is for my mom. I love you Mom. I made sure to use an imperfect recording, taken with my iPhone as I sit here at my gold desk in my work alcove. It's raining in Berkeley today. It's a work-in-progress. Enjoy. I'm enjoying making it.

Mama Mama

I never stop seeing you there

In my favorite thing to wear

Your old terrycloth bathrobe I love it so

It’s really grown quite ragged lilac turning grey  

Ratty shabby shaggy but I love it anyway

Cause I see you in me in the mirror

Robed in faded lilac standing there

To see your signature sparkle come about

I just smile at myself so my dimples come out

I am you with some of me mixed in

Being in your robe’s like being in your skin

Your scent and mine combine within

You gave a new blue fleece robe for Christmas

It’s long and warm and such a nice gift but

This new one has a tag from Eddie Bauer

and the old one has the mom power

I wear it early in the mornin and late into the night

when I put the kettle on and turn off the kitchen light

I will wear slippers but I rarely wear my socks

as I creep outside in your robe to my mailbox

And I keep all the little notes you send me

Like “hope you enjoy setting up housekeeping.”

I wear your robe everyday

Don’t know what I’ll do when it breaks

I see you in me in the mirror

Robed in faded lilac standing right there

To see your signature sparkle come about

I just smile at myself so my dimples come out

I am you with some of me mixed in

Being in your robe’s like being in your skin

You scent and mine combine within

I wear your robe everyday

Don’t know what I’ll do when it breaks

Mama Mama

Harder than I thought

In-Between

It's harder than I thought
Now that I've applied the pressure
I got a little hot
A little feverish
No, not tonight, sorry
I don't feel well
I can't find the time in-between
to mean what I want to mean
with these words

My time is thick
How can I get out from under it?

A good friend says
"Make it a sketchbook
And then share it later
It's hard to produce
When all the pressure
is on you"
It's true
wise words
wise woman

My broken tea kettle
is not going to whistle
if I don't fix it first

Or maybe
if I just set it on the heat
creep away
and eat
a hard-boiled egg
(protein is always good for breakfast)
suddenly it will whistle
loud enough
to wake the whole house