This Party Never Ends

When you stand by the bayou

do you hear my mother sing,

of carousels, and paper cuts,

rings and everything.

she's trying not to whisper, yes

she's trying to lend a hand,

if only in your touch could she be

blessed.

for on this land today,

hear my presence be;

let it wrap around you gently

until you have to carry me and let

the barber set

I think I told him once before

set your scissors at the door,

and let go.

Can you let me hold you

safely?

Reviews

[Ripple of Aqua]

This is a little all over, but then again, it somehow flows perfectly in ease!