It Won’t Be Long Before Another Day…

I remember being three or four years old. My mom would turn on my little cassette of lullabies and lie down next to me until I fell asleep each afternoon, the curtains drawn, darkness tricking me into a nap. Snuggled up to my mom, I felt loved, safe. The feeling is so real, even twenty-five years later, I can still see the light hitting the back of those curtains, feel the warmth of her arms holding onto me, hear her voice gently singing me to sleep.

Time is a funny thing.Ā I can reach back and touch that memory even though thousands of others have slipped by unnoticed. Makes me wonder what I will hold onto from now.

Tonight, I share a little piece of me from twenty-five years ago, a song I caught myself singing while I made dinner tonight. As a kid, I swore it was written for me and my mom. Now, it means even more. A time capsule from the past.Ā 

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4 thoughts on “It Won’t Be Long Before Another Day…

  1. My daddy LOVED music!! and I LOVED my daddy…he’s been gone 14 years…James Taylor was a favorite of his…Thank you for sharing! It turned out to be something we have in common šŸ˜€

  2. Rose says:

    Hi: O

    I found this small little book at the used bookstore the other day and it reminded me of the times we shared together when you were little. Funny, I was just thinking about that too! Look in the mail, I have a surprise for you!


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