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Osphoros

A-Chocolate Sky

At the age of thirty-three
We met as if by chance
A particular kind of chance
A kind of which only sailors speak
We met as if by chance
At the age of thirty-three.

Two vessels near a rocky shore
Driven there by a fearsome storm
For many weeks the storm raged on
Us in a sheltering bay becalmed
Driven there by a fearsome storm
Two vessels near a rocky shore.

One morning the sun came out
We set out on a common path
We started a life-long voyage
Unsure just what we’d find
We set out on a common path
Unsure just what we’d find.

 
We travelled to so many lands
Ending up on a rocky cliff
Surrounded by beasts and weeds
Flowers, eggs, peace, and seeds
Surrounded by beasts and weeds
Flowers, eggs, peace, and seeds.

Such is the journey of a life
We travelled unaware that we’d arrived
We gazed ahead in the midst of beauty
We called out not knowing what we did
We travelled unaware that we’d arrived
We called out not knowing what we did.

At the age of thirty-three
We met as if by chance
A particular kind of chance
A kind of which only sailors speak
We met as if by chance
At the age of thirty-three.

When we were young r3a

MAGIC (Cover)

When my father died, way back in 1993, I became aware of the fact that my grandmother, Doris, who had died when my father was only three years old in 1930, had never had a headstone placed on her grave in our family plot. In fact, until I was a teenager, I don't believe I was even aware that my step-grandmother Charlotte wasn't my actual grandmother. Although Charlotte was a terrific grandmother to me and the only real grandmother I ever knew and loved, I began to wonder more about who Doris Terrill Warner was since she died 26 years before I was born, when my father was only 3. My first effort to reach out to her was having a proper headstone placed on her grave, right next to my father's final resting place. Ultimately I haven't learned much more than a handful of photos can suggest, but the images have provided some happy substance to my connection to her. This song brings out the disappointments of never meeting her but consummates with the joy of realization that she is nonetheless a real part of who I am. And that is indeed a happy ending to a continuing story. As a bonus, I coerced my 89 year old mother-in-law, Barbara, into adding her whistling skills to the ending of this song as you can hear in her protestations as it all falls apart for a bit of fun.

All music written and performed by Craig Durgy
Whistling provided by my mother-in-law Barbara H. Lynch

Lyrics:
Doris by Craig Durgy

Black and white, shades of brown
From the old photo album handed down
There’s a face, that I’m told
Was my grandmother, seventeen years old 
Timid smile, far off gaze
Did she see something coming in her numbered days
My dad was three, Aunt Jean was two,
Then the baby Barbara that she never knew

(Chorus)
And I cannot lose her now, this will be my solemn vow
To raise up her memory like this stone
As I stand above this grave, living proof of what she gave
I believe, that Doris she, is a part of me

Married young, just nineteen
Isaac Lester, and his high school queen
Was she quiet, in the rain
Did she fight for her life in her final pain
Did she grieve, did she laugh
Why did she leave, no epitaph
Does she know, that I got
This gravestone, placed for her alone in the family plot
(Chorus)

Photos few, and far between
Wish I knew, just what they mean
Did Maude and Pa, ever dread
When Doris Terrill Warner was so quickly wed
Still I know, in the end
Where I go, is simply where she’s been
Just a face, in a wooden frame
And a trace of her warm embrace when I say her name

(Chorus) Oh I believe she will always be a little part of me

Doris

Gedale Fenster, a Miami-based entrepreneur and motivational speaker, is the founder and CEO of the People’s Insurance Claim Center and Evolutions Treatment Center. He has also established the Breslov Center, where he teaches. He hosts a series of  daily and weekly online lectures.

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