See her there
staring from the second floor
of an old house on Frenchman's Road
what has she seen? what has gone before her?
a mane of snow where violets grow
eyes of turquoise blue
and she smiles at you
When just a little girl she used to play in the streets
and all her friends would be there
and she'd never think twice cause it seemed
those days would never end
And now she lives alone in her empty home
once hers was the only house on the street that had a phone
now people never call, except for those call centres
she looks outside to see the schoolkids walking home
they're all on their phones
and she remembers the games she used to play.. hopscotch, marbles, knucklebones
When just a little girl she used to play in the streets
and all the neighbours kids would be there
and she'd never think twice cause it seemed
those days would never end
She accidentally touched the glass that separates her from her past
it leaves her feeling cold and she remembers "oh i'm old!"
despite her new cardigan with the violets sewn on
that she has worn like she has worn her body
ageing while she herself doesn't age
not for 100 days, 1000 days, 30,000...
When just a little girl she used to play in the streets
and all of her friends would be there
and she'd never think twice cause it seemed
her days would all be nice
and now she's 94 and her friends have gone
and her days have grown long like the shadows of the memory
of her mother's songs that she'd play to her
before the war, in 1934..
