Somewhere
Somewhere in the dark, back alleys of my mind
floats gently a memory that haunts me
he was always singing songs
in his native tongue of Russian
and I never understood a single word or
knew what the songs were about
but I do know he was a strong man who
worked very hard before he retired and
one day he woke up asking
'where is my Mary?, do you know my Mary?'
and how I felt when I saw
this strong man's face full of confusion
and his eyes full of fear and tears as
he begged 'please ! ... take me to my Mary ...
please ! ... take me home ... to my Mary'
My uncle walked him around the block a couple of times then
brought him back to his house
and in the end ....
he was always singing songs
in his native tongue of Russian
only this time ... it was he who ...
never knew what the songs were about or ...
understood a single word ...
and I'm so sorry I never really got a chance to know ....
my Mother's Father ... and ...
I fear that I won't remember for the rest of my life that ...
I miss you Grand Pop ... but ... if that happens ...
maybe some day ...
we'll be singing songs that no one understands ... together
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ane her phrase of floats gently
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By TrueBlu
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