notes in my pocket

you are a symphony in my heart,
in constant motion as a dream come true
my heart soars with symphonic measure when i think of you
when i describe the word love, the word symphony is equal
your smile is a symphony in my heart
the symphony that never stops playing
it increases with time, with intensity
the full orchestra plays when i walk beside you
the trees sing the song
the sky holds the music
the night sky is a violin
you are a symphony in my heart,
in constant motion,
as a dream come true.
my heart holds a symphony for you.
my heart holds a symphony,
my heart holds a symphony.

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my pockets are always full of notes. notes to myself, notes from my daughter, gas receipts and other receipts. i had that symphony note in my mind all day. trying to describe the word 'love', without speaking, i thought of the word 'symphony', because that is how love sounds in my heart. like thinking in pictures, or feeling with music, love and symphony go together, for me at least in that regard, for one person in my life.
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one of the notes in my pocket

has a christmas wish list on it, written by my daughter today, and yesterday she was totally in her own world. not a single word, but lots of silly faces. yesterday and today we walked by the dog park, in the dog park, and had some brain disconnect in the store explaining to her she had to put items back she was gathering for something, looked like a party. sometimes, she is in this world where you have to say something to her, like, 'it's sunday and tomorrow is monday, hi it's mom on sunday and it's 2pm' stuff like that.

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the other note in my pocket said 'memorized "he lives" and sang at church'

i had also remembered how my daughter loved having little quotes and things on strips of paper taped to the mirror and one time on the microwave oven, typed little inspirational quotes. she was about 8 years old, and it was spring.

i had taped a verse from the hymn, "because He lives, I can face tomorrow....because He lives all fear is gone...." a traditional hymn. i also had mother teresa quotes, and margaret mead and helen keller.

Easter sunday arrived and i took the girls to church. i was standing there flipping for the correct page in the hymnal with the rest of the congregation, then paused and stopped, because as i looked down to my left, my youngest little daughter was standing tall and totally belting out the song, like there was no tomorrow. she had memorized it.
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my camelot moment

growing up, my mom always played records while she did housework, which was always a wild mad dash on the weekends. she loved broadway productions, and i as a result grew fond of the music from many of them, one of them was Camelot. i have many fond memories of this song, which was a favorite of mine as a child. it was dramatic, and so comforting to me as a kid, that no one would leave or die, ever--because there was no season it could possibly happen. yet, it did happen. far too many times in fact.

life changed a lot when i grew up, and i spent a lot of time figure skating (years in fact) as an outlet and as an athlete. i learned much about patience and how things take time, in fact years were spent on the dance floor in ballet before actually dancing en pointe.
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my ice skates are in the garage

oh, how i have enjoyed watching the winter olympics, via Internet. so many times watching any of the skating competitors i could feel what it was like on the ice again, the smooth ice under my feet, the freedom, the grace and power and ability to make it appear graceful with power, it's a lot of hard work. it remains in my heart. like a symphony. like camelot.


robert goulet, 'if ever i would leave you'