A few years ago I wrote a song for my mom. It’s a composite of some stories she would tell us about her childhood. She grew up in Sand Springs, Oklahoma with a trolley and train routes running next to their corner-lot house, parallel to a major thoroughfare, Charles Page Blvd. Not too far from the Arkansas River. Lots of hills and open spaces. As we’re having her Celebration of Life Service today I thought I’d share it. I love you and miss you, Mom. Very grateful for the time together.

Myra’s Song (Charles Page Blvd.)

Word and Music (p)(c) 2013 Robert White, Guitar and Vocal

Recorded and Mixed by Mark Mazur, Signature Recordings, Wichita, Kansas

Blue clear sky, Nineteen Thirty-Nine

Little girl playing in the yard

Train rolls by she counts the cars

Parents smile looking

Red setting sun, day is done

Dad calls in, runs through the door

Homework’s done and now the chores

Mother kitchen cooking

Sometimes life is funny, sometimes life is hard

Living for love and dreams on Charles Page Boulevard

Blue clear eyes, Nineteen Forty-Nine

Backyard church group plays badminton

Girls all giggles, boys are smitten

Parent smile, laughing

Awake and alive, bones break; hill-slide

Hospital room where the nurses scurry

Doctors tend to the wounds and worries

Congregation praying

Sometimes life is funny, sometimes life leaves scars

Living for love and dreams on Charles Page Boulevard

Possibilities like a river flow

Possibilities where hearts and minds will grow

Possibilities can help to ease the strain

Or put you on the next train…

Do you remember the blue clear skies?

Sometimes life is funny, sometimes life leaves scars

Living for love and dreams on Charles Page Boulevard