Thursday, June 19, 2008
Days of Plenty
I met up with a friend from Peter Pan today. She showered me with gifts; all different kinds. One of them was the soundtrack to the Broadway show "Little Women". But my favorite gift was her openness and spirit. We cried a lot. On the drive home I listened to this song:
Days of Plenty
I never dreamed of this sorrow
I never thought I'd have reason to lament
I hoped I'd never know heartbreak
How I wish I could change the way things went!
I wanted nothing but goodness
I wanted reason to prevail
Not this bare emptiness
I wanted Days of Plenty.
But I refuse to feel tragic,
I am aching for more than pain and grief.
There has got to be meaning,
Most of all when a life has been so brief.
I have got to learn something,
How can I give her any less?
I want life to go on
I want Days of Plenty
You have to Believe,
There is reason for Hope
You have to Believe
That the answers will come
You can't let this defeat you
I won't less this defeat you
You must fight to keep her there
So Believe that she matters
And Believe that she always will
She will always be with you
She'll be part of the days you've yet to fill
She will live in your bounty
She will live as you carry on your life
So carry on,
Full of Hope,
She'll be there,
For all your Days of Plenty
Not long after Lucy was born, Vic and I read this classic tale together. We fell in love with it. It was added to our library of "future books to read to Lucy." It is a magical and moving story. In the musical, Mrs. March sings this after her daughter, Beth, passes away. I've been singing it to Lucy all day long.
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