The Trapeze Swinger

This song–the words you so sweetly sang to me each night–got me through a lot.  Admittedly I was miserable and I knew it.  But there was something about lying there on that foam matress,  curtains tightly closed, curled up in my white duvet, earbuds streaming a constant reminder that somewhere people loved me dearly.  They might be on the other side of the world, but this song kept my confidence they would “please, remember me, happily.”

I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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  1. Mom

    Your memories keep you. . .In Good Company.

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