Special Nights

A tribute to my parents and parents everywhere.

Special nights do not come around that often.

they are the ones where you look up at the moon

with a glass of champagne in your hand

and through your window pane you can see

it's bright red.

perhaps it is the rarity in kitchen night perfection

that makes it so sweet.

the gift of walzing cross shiny floors

you cleaned for hours yesterday.

parents are actually happy on these nights.

 

their worries fly away for the rest of those 12 dark hours

and they open fridges and eat icecream cake and celebrate how wonderful it is

to breathe in and oit of your lungs every day.

sometimes they'll go bowling

just for the her of it,

or maybe go for walks in the park

and play games like make believe and hide and seek in the trees.

you know what it's like to forget being wise and cautious all the time.

a few moments of pleasure that shine like stars

across an endless sea of troubling dark.

for we have mouths to feed and bills to pay

and we never get enough sleep.

 

that is why there are special nights,

to keep us from running out into the street.

they keep us going,

they keep us alive,

so give us a blessing or two.

say thanks for the old ones, the tired ones two.

special nights are not often enough.

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