The One

Last night, I discovered that an online friend’s husband died. It happened a few days ago, and her loss was sudden and sad. For over a year, I’ve seen photos she’s posted of the two of them, a record of their vibrant lives. The love between them shines from her Facebook page. They rode Harleys across the country, visited friends and family along the way. They stayed at fabulous places and shared grand adventures. There were photos of their garden, and of the home they worked together to remodel. They’d just moved in about a month ago. He was set to retire. They were making plans. Now he’s gone, and her plans have been changed.

I’ll always be amazed by the way we strangers touch each other’s lives. I’ve shared many of this woman’s photos with Amadeus, and we’ve talked about her and her husband as though they were people we knew. Because, in a way, they were–she still is. It hits hard, these reminders that life is such a temporary gift. Online, we read of happiness, but also of struggles and loss. Lives stretch before us on timelines, the odds of tragedy increase with age. Spouses become caretakers, then widows and widowers.

I became quite emotional when I read of this woman’s loss. It hit home. I apologized to Amadeus for the tears, but he understood. We both realize that one day, one of us will be gone. No matter how much time we have together, it won’t be enough. Like our online friends, we met during our middle years, found happiness a little later than some.

“You know,” Amadeus said, trying to put it all into perspective. “I can look in the mirror and say to myself that if I go tomorrow, I’ll have died happy.” I can say the same. We found each other late, but by God, we found each other. Not to sound sappy, but I treasure each day we spend together.

Anyway, I wrote this song last night, while thinking about all of this. It’s not finished, but I wanted to share. VM, this is for you.

The One

They thought they’d always be together,
they built a castle in the sky,
a melding of hearts so perfect and true,
the first time they met they knew.

He said,
You are the love that I’ve been looking for,
She said,
I have been waiting for you,
I’ve looked my whole life for the man of my dreams,
I never dreamed that my dreams would come true.

They married a month after the day they met,
(the clock hands move faster as we age)
they opened their hearts, made a brand new start,
a story begun on a snow white page.

She said,
you are the love that I’ve been looking for,
He said,
I have been waiting for you,
I’ve looked my whole life for the girl of my dreams,
I never dreamed that my dream would come true.

They didn’t have the time
that younger lovers do,
so they blazed twice as bright
and their years together flew;
In the corners of their minds
both of them knew,
someday there’d be one
where there once was two.

Their hair turned gray, their bodies old,
she reached for his hand, his hand was cold,
they never imagined when they built their home,
she’d be the one who was left alone.

She said,
You were the love that I was looking for,
We’ll be together one day soon,
I searched my whole life for the man of my dreams,
Thank you for making all my dreams come true.

 

©2013 Moonbeam McQueen

There’s an App for That

rocket shipI’ve been writing about some tough stuff lately, and though I skrinkle my forehead and concentrate really, really hard, at some point, my mind rebels and makes me take recess. Recess involves important things, like writing Twitter haikus and eating M&M’s stirred into a small mug of peanut butter. My butt is growing faster than my word count.

I haven’t been totally unproductive, though. Amadeus and I have been to a few open mics, where I read stories and poems and horrify crowds with my singing. Last weekend, I had a groovy time speaking at WordCamp about the magic of blogging. The people who attend these events are preternaturally kind and encouraging, and so far, not one person has booed or thrown anything at me.

Otherwise, I’m writing, always writing, though I’m not always writing what I’d planned to write. Some little phrase will wander onto the front porch in my head, and park like a stray cat that won’t leave until it’s fed. A lot of times what parks are song lyrics. It’s gotten so bad that I now keep a guitar next to my desk, just to make the cat leave.

Here’s the most recent one. It’s pretty ridiculous, and probably unfinished, but since I haven’t posted here in over a month, I thought I’d share it.  Note: In the chorus, “SATs” is pronounced “sats.” I’m explaining for rhymey reasons.

There’s An App for That

Uncle Charlie hit the floor,
clutching at his chest,
“Someone call an ambulance!”
screamed my cousin Tess,
I whipped out my cell phone,
began to tippy tap,
instead of calling 9-1-1,
I found an app for that.

Located a defibrillator,
placed it in my cart,
paid for it with PayPal,
my phone is oh-so-smart.
I’ll bet that you can guess the rest,
I placed the screen on Charlie’s chest,
no more cardiac distress,
shook his hand-hugged cousin Tess,
everyone was overjoyed,
I’m so happy with my Droid.

If you need some minor dentistry,
or yearn to join the ministry,
want to build a pirate ship,
or take a short time travel trip,
win a million poker chips,
repair your granny’s broken hip…
forget about tuition, ACTs and SATs,
no matter what it is you seek,
there’s an app for that.

I longed to build a rocket ship
and visit planet Mars,
blast into the stratosphere,
and float among the stars,
but all I got’s a Buick,
and my wallet isn’t fat,
but that’s okay, I’m on my way,
I found an app for that.

Searched my phone until I found,
an application so profound,
it built my ship, I’m heaven bound,
10,000 miles above the ground
Look–there’s Earth! It’s just a trace
I’m texting this from outer space.
If you’d dreamed of joining NASA,
but they stomped your mission flat,
never fear, your phone is near,
and there’s an app for that.

If you need some minor dentistry,
or yearn to join the ministry,
want to build a pirate ship,
or take a short time travel trip,
win a million poker chips,
repair your granny’s broken hip…
forget about tuition, ACTs and SATs,
no matter what it is you seek,
there’s an app for that.

One day I will be president,of the USA,
not a single voter will be standing in my way.
With my cell phone and Bluetooth,
I’m gonna rig the polling booths,
then I’ll win, I’ll be sworn in,
no more war, I’ll feed the poor,
I’ll unite the nation,
have some Fireside Chats,
and solve the problems of the world
-is there an app for that?

©2013 Moonbeam McQueen

Okay–the cat’s been fed and recess is over. Time to get back to work.

*skrinkle*

You Are Who You Are

Nobody knows
the way you’re constructed,
the pattern of wires
inside of your brain;
they don’t have a clue,
as to what you’ve been through,
they cannot imagine the depth of your pain.
 
Nobody hears
the voice that whispers,
no one can sing
your beautiful song;
there’s wisdom inside you,
you have all the answers,
you’re brilliant as diamonds
and Hercules strong
 
You are
the loveliest star-
you are who you are who you are.
The world’s definition of success,
may sometimes make you feel like less;
You might not think you have a thing,
yet still be richer than a king.
You are who you are who you are.
 
Nobody sees
much past your face,
the shape of your body,
your myriad mistakes;
They force you to choose,
the words that you use,
smile when you express yourself,
then they turn away.
 
But I’m begging you
stay true to you,
don’t let them try to make you bend
to shapes that they create;
That inner voice that guides you,
like a sailboat on a lake,
is telling you exactly
the course that you should take.
 
You are
the loveliest star-
you are who you are who you are.
The world’s definition of success,
may sometimes make you feel like less;
You might not think you have a thing,
yet still be richer than a king.
You are who you are who you are.

©2013 Moonbeam McQueen