May 23, 2019
Oh
The tears I’ve cried
for you-
In the middle of
the night
Untrue—I
lost count of
Little black sheep
Playfully nudging
My hand.
“C’mon lady! Let’s go play!”
And I can still hear her singing…
“Look what’s comin’ up over the hill.
Look what’s shinin’ on my window sill;
With the blue bells ringin’
And the blue birds singin’
It’s Sabbath! Again!” –An Elegant Lady Rochelle
Taught me this song long ago so I would remember.
I remember you.
With love and gratitude,
NZain 🙂
Growing Up... 
Mmmmm I really like this 🙂 Well done – very dynamic changes in flow that arrest my attention!
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I like your response! Thank you :).
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I loved the fact that you mentioned black sheep. Usually it means uniqueness and being an outcast, which I loved. Wishing for better days! ☺
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Yeah…black sheep do get a bad rap. Glad you liked it! 🙂
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The ‘her’ singing…. is it she that soothes or keeps the tears flowing and the black sheep nudging your hand? Or perhaps both? Great work NZain.
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Ooh interesting question. Yeah—perhaps a bit of both—hmm…Remembering Rochelle’s song from 30+ years ago (we knew each other only briefly before she left) I can still hear her beautiful raspy voice—see her smiling away and laughing—the antidote to sadness—where ever you are today—this is for you. Thank you for asking, Rachel! Happy memories 😊
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Beautiful words! 😄
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🙏🏻💜😊
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