When I was very little
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All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the same kind...
Of ugly grandma shoes.
You know the kind I mean...
Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind,
For I knew, when I grew old,
I'd have to wear those shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time,
It seemed like such bad news.
I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty cool.
And then came spikes with pointed toes,
Then platforms, very tall...
As each new fashion came along
I wore them, one and all.
But always in the distance,
Looming in my future there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes...
The kind that Grandmas wear.
I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom...
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came along...
I knew I was a Grandma
And the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes
Was what I'd have to wear.
How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!
But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing right before my eyes.
And now, when I go shopping...
What I see fills me with glee,
For, in my jeans and tennies
I'm as comfy as can be.
And I look at all these little girls
And there upon their feet...
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And I think that's really neat.
I painted an evening sky of deepest velvet blue... I dabbed in the sound of a soothing ocean wave... I blended in the dawn's first light - and a touch of morning dew... I eased in the gentleness of an early Morning Dove... I streaked a bit of thunder and a lightening bolt or two... I gave it all a magic wash and then stepped back to view...
(c) Whisper
then touched the stars with brightest gold, and a speck of silver too...
then layered in the essence of a lion, both kind and brave.
then added strokes of deepest red to paint a heart that's true.
then filled my brush with whitest-white, to paint an innocent love.
then painted in a teardrop of the palest crystal-blue.
and what I saw I'd painted... was a Portrait much like you!
I dwell like a pool... reflective and deep,
So long as your reasons are false and untrue...
Strike my surface in anger... my flow re-arrange...
Bend over the pool... and as most people do...
But if deeper you'd search and thoughtful you'd be...
The answer's so simple - just trace back my Source...
(c) Whisper
And far 'neath the surface, my "true self" I keep.
I'll keep myself distant and hidden from you.
But my depths are unmoved, and my heart you can't change.
Look shallow - look quick... and you'll see only "you",
You'd look beyond "self"... then you could see me.
I'm a matter of Truth - not a question of force.
And just who did I imagine I was
How soon I forgot "there's no one for you"...
How silly it was to dream what I dreamed,
"How many ways?" I've asked myself truly,
How many hopes have to be shattered,
We get older - not wiser, or so it appears,
What in the world was I thinking about
I've decided I'm better than "second-class-love",
I wish you no harm, I wish you no pain...
Yes, I'd rather be "lonesome" than "lonely" with you,
(c) Whisper
to think you could care for me?
Whatever made me believe for a moment
there was something in me that you could see?
How eager I was for a chance...
How quickly I'd hoped "it just wasn't true",
and our hearts really could find romance.
How careless to "tear down that wall"...
How foolish to think "it was what it seemed"...
I set myself up for the fall!
"Can one person be so dumb?"
"How many times must any heart break
before it finally goes numb?"
and how much pain digested?
A few kind words and a bit of your time
was all I had requested!
my "lessons, I seem to forget.
I thought I'd exhausted those God-given tears,
but find they're not all gone yet.
to imagine that you could care?...
But of this one thing, I have "no doubt"...
"Never again!" - "I swear!"
and better than "fair-weather-friends"...
I'm saying "goodbye" to "all the above"...
I'm saying: "Here's where it ends!"
We will all "reap what we've sown"...
And I've only one wish to make for myself...
...that you'll "just leave me alone."
You're love's just an empty shell...
I've spent too much time denying what's true...
Now maybe I can "get well".
>When all have gone and day is done...when all is quiet and still...
I'm the salt-air on your lips, the sand beneath your feet,
I'm the joy in your laughter, the echo you repeat, I'm everything around you...everywhere in time...
(c)Whisper
I filter through your consciousness...a special place to fill.
I'm anything you make of me... just clay for your to mold,
A dwindling star, a drop of rain, a flower you can hold.
I'm the tide that's coming in that you come out to meet.
I'm the words that you hear, the stories that you write...
I'm the crystal in the water that the moon shines on at night.
...the wine you drink, the thought you think, the music and the beat.
I'm the tear that's in your eye, the love that's in your heart,
I'm with you every day you live and have been from the start.
...the song you sing, the dream you dream, the rhyme within your rhyme.
I'm the longing in your soul...the whisper in your ear...
I'm anything you make of me, and I am always near.
It hasn't been an easy time, I'm feeling a little blue...
My mind is like my attic where everything is kept...
Some thoughts of us are stacked up here, and more piled over there...
Some still "new" and in fair shape, some are rather "dusty"...
I need to straighten it all up and clean the cobwebs out...
It hasn't been an easy time, sorting "me and you"...
(c)Whisper
Now I need to be alone awhile, to sit and think things through.
And it's become a jumbled heap, in need of being swept.
Still other bits and pieces are just scattered everywhere.
Some still "fit", some "outgrown" and some entirely "musty".
I need to find what's really here and what's it's all about.
Excuse me please, I have to go...there's still much work to do!
