A Daisy a Day Dear
March 28, 2020
My brain is like a glass jar full of cotton balls with a hole on the bottom, my body is as uninspired as a jar of ooze. But what propels this state of inability? It is my heart.
Jim and I had two hospice "visits" via Zoom with our two members of new support team, Erza and Sandra which took up all of yesterday's morning. I think for both of us, it was emotionally exhausting though much needed.
Later, I went out for a drive to pick up one of the recommended meds and I cried to Cathy while parked at a cemetery gate - the only place I could find to pull over. That evening I consumed boxed wine - not too much, not too little, just the right amount - while watching a special Broadway production of Oklahoma on the TV via my computer because of an alert on Facebook. It was a favorite of my Dad's and I have forever sung the opening "there's a bright golden haze on the meadow..." but I never realized how dark it really is.
Then I once again got teared up seated besides Jim as I sang and he played a piano piece that I've loved since he first played it early in our marriage, "A Daisy A Day". But it is painfully more poignant now in this time of self-isolating Covid-19/cancer.
A Daisy a Day
Ernest Tubb
He remembers the first time he met her
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed
He remembers her sweet way of sayin
Honey has somethin gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin
And the reason he wrote her this song
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
They would walk down the street in the evenin
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eyes
As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go taggin along
We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing her his song
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
Now he walks down the street in the evenin
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believin
He's holdin er hand like before
For he feels all her love walkin with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
My brain is like a glass jar full of cotton balls with a hole on the bottom, my body is as uninspired as a jar of ooze. But what propels this state of inability? It is my heart.
Jim and I had two hospice "visits" via Zoom with our two members of new support team, Erza and Sandra which took up all of yesterday's morning. I think for both of us, it was emotionally exhausting though much needed.
Then I once again got teared up seated besides Jim as I sang and he played a piano piece that I've loved since he first played it early in our marriage, "A Daisy A Day". But it is painfully more poignant now in this time of self-isolating Covid-19/cancer.
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| "He remembers the fun and the teasing, and the reason he wrote her this song..." |
A Daisy a Day
Ernest Tubb
He remembers the first time he met her
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed
He remembers her sweet way of sayin
Honey has somethin gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin
And the reason he wrote her this song
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
They would walk down the street in the evenin
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eyes
As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go taggin along
We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing her his song
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
Now he walks down the street in the evenin
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believin
He's holdin er hand like before
For he feels all her love walkin with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
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