A Continuation of Reflections

I heard Carley Simon singing this song on Something Understood. If you have a sister who shared your childhood ;you will know why I love it and it moves me to tears! Two Little Sisters   Two little sisters gazing at the sea, Imagining what their futures will be. The older one says, as her eyes look around, "I will go as far as the corners of the town. I'll plant a little garden, flowers everywhere. And pluck the most fragrant for my hair." Two little sisters gazing at the sea, Imagining what their futures will be. The younger one stands with her eyes open wide. And says, "I'll go as far as the corners of the sky. I'll gather all the stars each night as they appear, And pick the very brightest one to wear in my ear." I didn't choose you and you didn't choose me. I didn't choose you, who would guess we're from the same family? But, what will you do when the nights get cold? When the stars grow dim and your dreams seem old. Watcha go...

TELEPHONE Telephone told me that you were dead Now I hate every telephone’s stupid head I’d rather sit here turning to a block of stone Than pick up any snake of a telephone

  TELEPHONE Telephone told me that you were dead Now I hate every telephone’s stupid head I’d rather sit here turning to a block of stone Than pick up any snake of a telephone

DEATH IS SMALLER THAN I THOUGHT My Mother and Father died some years ago I loved them very much. When they died my love for them Did not vanish or fade away. It stayed just about the same, Only a sadder colour. And I can feel their love for me, Same as it ever was. Nowadays, in good times or bad, I sometimes ask my Mother and Father To walk beside me or to sit with me So we can talk together Or be silent. They always come to me. I talk to them and listen to them And think I hear them talk to me. It’s very simple – Nothing to do with spiritualism Or religion or mumbo jumbo. It is imaginary. It is real. It is love.

DEATH IS SMALLER THAN I THOUGHT   My Mother and Father died some years ago I loved them very much. When they died my love for them Did not vanish or fade away. It stayed just about the same, Only a sadder colour. And I can feel their love for me, Same as it ever was. Nowadays, in good times or bad, I sometimes ask my Mother and Father To walk beside me or to sit with me So we can talk together Or be silent. They always come to me. I talk to them and listen to them And think I hear them talk to me. It’s very simple – Nothing to do with spiritualism Or religion or mumbo jumbo. It is imaginary. It is real. It is love.