Resurrection Jukebox 2015 Day 7

Heavy, solemn, slow
Serious and unsmiling
Dark colors and muted tones
Performing the rituals
Fixed by age and use

This time I'm the family
With a trio of sisters
And a lone brother
Together in sorrow
We endure the funeral

I must play act, pretend
That my pain is great
that I have no place
For joy in my heart
I can only act sad

I imagine my mum
She makes a cuppa for Dad
They sit together again
Mum has her heart's desire
Her Bill is right there

I miss my mum. She died this year and I miss her. But I am happy for her; she was fifty-eight when my father died, and Mum died at ninety-three. Thirty-five years without him. I don't know how I could take that happening to me. She enjoyed Nat King Cole, as do I. His voice reaches right down inside of me and touches my spirit. When I imagine my parents now, happy in each other's company, I smile.








"Smile"

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

[instrumental interlude]

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile