(MAD)ELLA Fitzgerald
It aches to see you so drowsy & low
for me it’s such a hard blow;
Bit by bit and slug slow,
is your footstep that puts a lump in my throat.
That joy that spark that gung-ho
you had,
made me laugh and drove me and mine, mad.
Now you snarl and snap and react,
scare me away with your bowwow act.
As you lay in pain
sit down as lame;
I recollect how you tic-tac-toe
us around the house follow;
Mama and me like ‘mary’, a shadow.
It breaks my heart to think,
what if I lose you tomorrow.
The thought itself is a hard pill to swallow.
I wish, with sunrise
no dark cloud will cast on us it’s shadow.
God willing, we’ll wake up to see many more tomorrows.
All I do is pray and pray and call out to God
To heal you and put that spark in you with His rod.
May His spirit touch you and heal you within,
to make you same as you had always been.
Put you back on your feet and sprightly in your being,
like none has ever heard or seen.
I know He who cares for the sparrow,
sure does care for you, my minion;
Let everyone look at you and ponder,
Of the touch of Him who is filled with wonder.
