Session - 36

Idle

Losing Light

Shut

Rhubarb//

Matilda tell stories of her time by the ocean,
She remembers the way that the water would glint,
The warmth of the sand, as it ran through her fingers,
The white marks, that the salt, left on her skin,

She is grey and much older than the girl in her stories,
At-times, memory fails her, but still she will keep,
Daydreaming about her time in the ocean,
Taking her back so many years,

Matilda sits down in her spot, in the hallway,
Waiting to see all who comes in,
Sisters and brothers, their kids and grandchildren,
Delivery persons, amongst them there's me,

I take my short break and I sit right beside her,
I listen to stories, until I must leave,
I share my dessert, of sweet-sour rhubarb,
Someday someone, will listen to me,

Bridge

Matilda tell stories of her time by the ocean,
She remembers the way that the water would glint,
The warmth of the sand, as it ran through her fingers,
The white marks, that the salt, left on her skin,

Rhubarb::

Leo Bird is a Melbourne based singer-songwriter.

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