"K-K-K-Katie, Oh beautiful K-K-K-Katie,
You're the only girl I ever loved,

And when the m-m-m-moon shines
Over the c-c-c-cow shed,

I'll be waiting at the K-k-k-kitchen door!"



This is a bit special. My maternal great-grandmother was a beautiful woman, who made up sweet songs and stories. I was quite young when she died, but this song is one of the few things I remember of her. I've sang it and shared it to no one until now.

I just want to know your hopes

your dreams

your mysteries

your past

your present

your future

and whether I'm a part of them

Rain drops and stars fall

Falling in love should be like falling asleep

Autonomous, and gradual

Not like falling down the stairs

Passing out my heart, like flyers on a busy street

Some crumple it and toss it away
Others tuck it in a pocket, and perhaps they'll remember where it is when it's useful

Some give it a glance, maybe two, and pass on by
Others fold it neatly, and keep it forever.

Which are you?

The scraps are blowing about in the breeze
And it's getting cold out here

I'm from the sky above a ratty trampoline,

And every pharmacy in town.

I'm from having an imaginary friend,

And being one.