A few years ago I wrote a song for my mom. It's a composite of some stories she would tell us about her childhood. She grew up in Sand Springs, Oklahoma with a trolley and train routes running next to their corner-lot house, parallel to a major thoroughfare, Charles Page Blvd. Not too far from the Arkansas River. Lots of hills and open spaces.  As we're having her Celebration of Life Service today I thought I'd share it. I love you and miss you, Mom. Very grateful for the time together.

Myra's Song (Charles Page Blvd.) 
Word and Music (p)(c) 2013 Robert White, Guitar and Vocal
Recorded and Mixed by Mark Mazur, Signature Recordings, Wichita, Kansas

Blue clear sky, Nineteen Thirty-Nine
Little girl playing in the yard
Train rolls by she counts the cars
Parents smile looking

Red setting sun, day is done
Dad calls in, runs through the door
Homework's done and now the chores
Mother kitchen cooking

Sometimes life is funny, sometimes life is hard
Living for love and dreams on Charles Page Boulevard

Blue clear eyes, Nineteen Forty-Nine
Backyard church group plays badminton
Girls all giggles, boys are smitten
Parent smile, laughing

Awake and alive, bones break; hill-slide
Hospital room where the nurses scurry
Doctors tend to the wounds and worries
Congregation praying

Sometimes life is funny, sometimes life leaves scars
Living for love and dreams on Charles Page Boulevard

Possibilities like a river flow
Possibilities where hearts and minds will grow
Possibilities can help to ease the strain
Or put you on the next train...

Do you remember the blue clear skies?

Sometimes life is funny, sometimes life leaves scars
Living for love and dreams on Charles Page Boulevard

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