Who would have thought,
that when I sat to write these pieces
that almost 3 years to the date
this exact scenario came to pass
as I said Farwell for the last time
to my Mom on June29, 2003.
" A Sunday"
I guess God in His infinite wisdom,
compassion and love, does try to prepare us.
So I wrote.
FOR NOW....
NOT GOODBYE
YOUR EYES WERE NOT EMPTY
AS YOU LOOKED UP AT ME
THE LAST BREATH FROM YOUR LIPS
THAT SET YOUR SOUL FREE
WASN'T THE RELEASE OF THE LIFE INSIDE
BUT RATHER A PROMISE
YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE AT MY SIDE
WE WONT SAY GOODBYE
ONLY
JUST FOR NOW
WHISPERED IN OUR HEARTS
NEVER- ALOUD
YOUR EYES ARE THE WINDOW
THAT MIRRORS YOUR SOUL
FILLED WITH AN ETERNITY
OF MEMORIES THAT UNFOLD
THE BREATH FROM YOUR LIPS
THAT KISS THE NIGHTS WIND
TRAVELS ON MOONBEAMS
TO HEAVENS FAR ENDS
SO
IT WONT BE
GOODBYE
BUT
ONLY
FOR NOW
WHISPERED
TO
MY HEART
NEVER- ALOUD
BY: PAM GALLO
DREAMER
COPYRIGHT: JUNE 2001
I WAS VISITING OLD WORKS.
WHO COULD EVER HAVE KNOWN
THE DEEPEST MEANING THAT A SUNDAY
COULD EVER HAVE HELD IN MY LIFE.
BIRTH ON A SUNDAY AND DEATH ON A SUNDAY.
THE ENDLESS CYCLE.
IT IS PROFOUND TO SAY THE VERY LEAST.
YEARS HAVE PAST SINCE 2001
WHEN THIS WAS WRITTEN.
AND MORE YEARS HAVE PASSED
SINCE I REALLY KNEW
ITS FULLEST MEANING.
YET THE MESSAGE FOR ME HITS
WITH INTENSITY TODAY.
SUNDAY.
THIS SUNDAY
THE MEMORIES CAME TODAY
THIS SUNDAY .
HOW CAN SO MANY THOUGHTS FILL ONE HEART
AT ONE MOMENT ?
THIS SUNDAY .
HOW CAN OLD MEMORIES
RESURRECT
THEMSELVES
LONG AGO BURIED
SO THAT I COULD BE FREED OF THE PAIN
THAT IS VISITING MY HEART ?
THIS SUNDAY .
SUNDAYS TAKE ON THE COLOR OF NO OTHER DAY .
OPENS THE GATES TO EMOTIONS LIKE NO OTHER DAY .
TEARS OPEN WOUNDS OR HEALS THEM .
THIS SUNDAY .
SUNDAY.....THE ALONE DAY .
WAS IT MEANT TO BE THIS WAY ?
THIS SUNDAY .
THE DAY TO CLIMB INSIDE OF YOURSELF .
AND LOOK INTO THE MIRROR OF SELF
AND NOT WEEP .
THIS SUNDAY .
EVERY MEMORY, EVERY LOSS , EVERY PAIN
ECHOES LOUDEST .
THIS SUNDAY .
EVERY GIFT HAD ITS PRICE .
AND NOTHING.......IS FOREVER .
EVEN THE END........IS NEVER .
THIS SUNDAY .
THE AIR I PULL DEEPLY INTO MY LUNGS
RUSHES BACK OUT AND AWAY FROM ME
IN A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO FLEE FROM MY HEART
AND AWAY FROM THE CROWDED SORROWS .
THIS SUNDAY .
I WAS BORN ON A SUNDAY.....
SUNDAYS CHILD .
MAYBE THERE IS SOME DEEPER MEANING .
MAYBE NOT .
THE CYCLE OF LIFE AND DEATH .
ONE IN THE SAME I THINK .
BUT I ONLY TRY
TO
LET THESE THOUGHTS CARRY ME AWAY .
THIS SUNDAY .
BECAUSE FOR ME......SUNDAY IS A STATE OF MIND
.
AND THE MIND IS ..... A DANGEROUS PLACE TO VISIT .
THIS SUNDAY .
BY: PAM GALLO
DREAMER
2001
RE EDITED 2006
IN LOVING MEMORY
OF
"MY MOM"
MIDI: WIND BENEATH MY WINGS
