you were an artist, a musician, a magnet to every motherless kitten.
“there were two little kittens with eyes of blue,
one was named Twinkle and one was named Boo”
you lived in a world of your own. your hair was brown and your eyes were green.
“day by day”
you played them so beautifully and the melodies continue to waft along in our memories.
do you hear them as you read this?
— filed under sagegrass because i said that
May the dreams you are dreaming in a warm soft bed,
and may the voices inside you that fill you with dread,
make the sounds of thousands of angels instead,
tonight where you might be laying your head.
— Patty Griffin said that