Lucy

Foundation of the piece. Mother's play such an integral, important part of a child's early life. And expands into everything else. If you're lucky. This piece is just a simple representation of that lasting legacy. Did your mother leave a secret room in your heart, where she still lives? Title: Lucy (A lone voice whispers) I once held tightly With small arms A white candle that burnt with the heavenly perfume of total joy Loved lighting and embracing its light whenever she called around My mother Lucy To my bedroom to tell me such remarkable childhood stories Hold my hand When I was her little boy When Love burnt so bright And that flame seemed to last throughout Every long scary night But now that heavenly flame no longer burns For to Heaven's Great Gates She has returned So here I am In Saint Paul's Lighting a votive candle This Sunday As I enter its four alabaster walls For even though my white candle has gone out And the long nights Seem so much more darker Our deep love forever takes a more profound meaning Whenever I see her beautiful face In our favourite silver Elsa Peretti picture frame We picked together last May On the twenty-first At Tiffany & Co When my wife and I covered her In our pink and blue wedding confetti The first lady to love me when God sent me To go Face the trials and tribulations That comes with living on the earthly plane And now that deep love resonates and vibrates into oblivion For even though she had to depart She now lives forever in a secret room In the centre of our beating hearts Proudly smiling and watching Me and my Kelley As our love for us And her Like an eternal white rose Too Blooms (C) Copyright John Duffy