Smiling at me,
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see.
Singing a song.
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long.
Never saw the sun shining so bright.
Never saw things going so right.
Noticing the days hurrying by,
When you’re in love, my how they fly……
All of them gone,
Nothing but Blue Skies from now on.
June is a tricky month of memories for me. Father’s Day, my father’s birthday, and my parent’s wedding anniversary( June 21) all clustered together. My father, Paul Kanski, passed away in 1992, at the age of 76. He and mom loved to dance – they grew up in the age of the great dance bands, when jitterbug was king & foxtrot ruled the floorboards of the dance halls. Blue Skies was one of his favourite tunes. Sometimes, late at night I could hear mom singing it to him in their bedroom. Even now in my 60s I miss them – Time is a con artist, handing you gifts with one hand, while picking your pocket with the other.
over me, music –
blue skies above carry clouds
dancing – silent steps.
I’m going to sit right down and write myself a letter –
and make believe it came from You,…………
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I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter
“emails, voicemails, text messages, instant messages, social media posts, Word or WordPerfect documents, spreadsheets, databases, telephone logs, audio recordings, videos, photographs or images, information contained on desktops, laptops, tablet computers, smartphones or other portable devices, calendar records and diary data.”
“failure to follow these protocols could result in criminal or civil penalties, and could form the basis of legal claims, legal presumptions, or jury instructions relating to spoliation of evidence.”
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I’m gonna write words, oh, so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off my feet
Kisses on the bottom
I’ll be glad I’ve got ’em……………
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.