I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye. I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.
This is one of my favourite tracks, from the album “Songs of Leonard Cohen” released in 1967, which I have on vinyl.
I love the line:
“You know my love goes with you
As your love stays with me”
It reminds me of you, so very much.
On this day, two years ago, you had your first surgery, a biopsy on your testicle, to check out a suspicious lump.
How I wish I could turn back the clock, fight for better, swifter treatment and demand scans sooner…..
Hindsight…..
If only…..
What if…..
I wish…..
I love you so much, my darling.
We stood beside you at 11:00 this morning, reflecting, remembering, sobbing.
My Angel son.
xxxxxx
Dressed in your hospital gown, awaiting surgery. Smaller pictures show after surgery, and the sunset driving home xx
As we walked away, a little after 11:00, there were suddenly a myriad of kisses in the sky
You were five years old in 1990 when you began primary school in Australia; quite a difficult time, you did take a while to settle and feel comfortable in these new surroundings. You began with morning only sessions, and I would come and pick you up at lunchtime, then after a few months, you stayed at school all day, taking part in every activity.
Even in primary school, a foreign language was introduced, and as Japan was one of Australia’s largest trading partners, a rich cultural exchange existed within education. You loved nonsense sounds, and to you, the Japanese spoken word sounded funny and amusing.
Miss Fujiwara was your Japanese teacher, and you loved lessons with her. There was also a little girl in class called Nanako, from Japan too, who was quite shy and awkward, a little like you.
One of your tasks during the term was to learn the words of ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’, in Japanese. You were quite good at this, and learnt the rhyme off by heart.
Kira kira hikaru
きらきらひかる Kira kira hikaru おそらのほしよ Osora no hoshi yo まばたきしては Mabataki shitewa みんなをみてる Minna o miteru きらきらひかる Kira kira hikaru おそらのほしよ Osora no hoshi yo
And you are my bright and twinkling star, up there beyond the clouds, close to the moon, flying gracefully with your Angel wings.
Such a sweet and innocent nursery rhyme that brings back memories of happy, family times. Watching you and your brother growing up, learning the ways of the world, making friends, having fun in a foreign, but oh so friendly country.