Gone Baby Gone…

Kiss the house goodbye.

The sweetness and the sorrow
Wish me luck, the same to you
But I can’t regret
What I did for love.

Look, my eyes are dry
The gift was mine to borrow
It’s as if we always knew
And I won’t forget
point me toward tomorrow
We did what we had to do
Won’t ever forget my home, can’t regret…
Done deal.
My family home now belongs to others.
We bid a fond fond farewell yesterday, revisiting the spot where I had my first kiss, first Christmas, recalling all the family dinners in the dining room, my childhood bedroom where I dressed for all the proms and sophomore hop.
The kitchen where I sat at the table supposedly doing homework while Ethel ironed and roped me into watching the Secret Storm soap.
I knew about tragedy, divorce and the other woman by the age of 6!
It’s gone, baby.
Letting go was very difficult because it was my last physical tie to Queen E. and my dad.
That’s life.
Now point me toward tomorrow.

2 Comments

  1. Cathy Newman says:

    Congratulations! I hope the new family will have as many great memories! 💜

  2. Beth Martin says:

    Finally! That’s the perfect song. Your parents are in your heart and soul—-and in so much art and other keepsakes. It’s on to more freedom, more adventures and more life.

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