Music Well – Dosia McKay, Composer, Painter, Writer

Reflections on Art and Life

Twenty Years of Dust

Twenty years of dust
Mama never was big on
Perfect moments
Daddy heard
No swelling soundtracks
When he looked at her
Only raw and earthy
Belonging
When she held his face
He was home

Twenty years of dust
And a bunch of pesky words
Even when they fought
He was happy
She was there to yell
Her unpretentious
Love at him
With the fury of a princess
Whose foot was two sizes
Too big to fit
The first shoe he brought

Twenty years of dust
Couple of loose hinges
And one ugly dog
Mama never was keen on
Designer things
But she always baked
A pie on Sunday
Silly old movies
Made her cry about
People in love and stuff
And then she would always ask
How come
They don’t make them
Like that no more

©2008 Dosia McKay

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