Songs For Laughter

I know you are a woman grown

I've heard you on the telephone

but you're the one

who scarred my hands with laughter

I took your word, I didn't tell

the priest when I was scared of Hell

Instead I watched

the sun bleed for an hour

And now I sit with photographs

I listen and I don't talk back

they tell me of the sea

and of the sailors 

They tell me of the sea

and of the sailors

And now I sit with photographs

we took them on the mountain paths

they tell me of the sea

and of the sailors sailing endlessly

I want to know 

the ending of the story.

Oh finally the call would come

I would not fall I would not run

I'd remember how

you scarred my hands with laughter

Our children dreaming in the yard

of Pisces swimming in the stars

They're ours because

you scarred my hands with laughter

.... to be continued