Echoes of Dorothy Parker

Echoes of Dorothy Parker:
By Howard Jones

It is late I know I should sleep
I should pray to the lord
my soul to keep
But Echoes of Dorothy
Bounce around in my head
So I’ll stay awake awhile longer
Listing to her voice and what it has said

Her voice I cannot hear
So I’ll watch and wait
for her to come near
Outside gathering in puddles
I sense the rain
Soothing in sound
Drowning her pain

She whispers a poem
As only she can do

Rest easy dear boy
Go to sleep
Be troubled no more
I'll be with you 'til
Night becomes morn