I’m wondering how I ever allow myself to be as I am..sometimes. And that’s what I write about and what I want to write about when I’m writing poetry and fiction. The way life just creeps up and attacks you before there are any defenses. Case in point…that time ex and I took Aunt Wanda and Uncle Roddy and my parents to some Jazz supper. Early spring…probably early 1980’s. My aunt is a very strong Catholic married to a not so strong one and my parents somewhat agnostic/Catholic (yes there is such a thing). I had no idea this song would enter our realm of reality that evening. I just anticipated a ‘nice’ Jazz event. Until this song…sigh
I’m working on this memory.
Ellespeth
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