The Noresoup Jukebox

Song:  Scorpions - Winds of Change Father, I am forgetting my childhood. I am losing the memories I had held so close to my heart; Of your strong shoulders and how they felt when I laid my head on them. Of the rough hands that enclosed mine that I knew so well. So well, in fact, that when I held another father's hands, In my childish thrill, my rushed endeavour, I knew the second my small soft hands landed that, they weren't yours. Now, I hold on to your arms like a girl playing dress up  And my mother's heels still fit me loosely. Father, how is it that I'm losing some of the moments that meant the most to me? Like how you would lift me up off of the car seat and how the cold air swept under my legs, Like when you read all those stories right before bed; The comfort of a low and calm voice,  The warmth of my sisters and my brother all under the same blanket, All still a melody, a scene that puts me to sleep. I remember coming down to you when the pitter-pattering on ou...

Song :  Mitski - Class of 2013 I am my mother. I have her hands and my mouth settles into a quiet frown as the day grows longer. When I'm tired and my legs ache from the weight of the children I bore, I sit at the dining table and make myself tea - sweet, creamy and piping hot. The mirror tells me a story I wish weren't mine. My skin, loose and coloured with weird lines and scars, has sagged from the burden of being a mother. The image of youth is still a plague in my head, And all the dreams I had to keep aside, All the loving and the laughing that had awaited my arrival, My whole life kept behind me so that I may wed. The responsibilities I keep, the expectations I desire to meet, Etched on my flesh like when my daughters drew on the plain white walls of our tiny apartment. Some days, I find myself all alone in bed – cold and confused. The tolls of my marriage gnaw at us and drive us apart. I wonder then if I ever knew love at all. When I have lived all my life, is this all t...