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Sunday, August 29, 2010

GOODBYES

There is nothing sadder than losing one’s childhood.

There is nothing sadder than when a son leaves his mother forever. She is no longer the center of his life, no longer the woman he goes to for comfort, no longer the woman who will care for him.

“Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home”


He has found someone else to take her place, and so the mother lets go once and for all. She knows he will never return to her as he once did. He will still love her, venerate and adore her, but it will only be for short spans of time.

“Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through”


A new woman has taken hold of his heart, has helped him to say “Goodbye Mom”, and so he will let go, forever more.

“Oh, Love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living
For some a way to feel”


And so he will build a new life, bless his mother with grandchildren and a new wife, but he will move on. Away from the only woman he knew, and away from her voice of inspiration, encouragement and will listen to another.

“And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know”


But he will listen carefully, for he will hear her voice echo in his mind, and shatter all his new experiences and realize, “Mom is always here with me!”

“Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go

And some say love is everything
Some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you”

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