I think of Sam.
I have written two songs for her, but they won't settle down. instead they grow with fragments added. So many memories.
I remmeber ringing her and hearing that chuckle at the end of her voice
when she said, hello, or hang on a minute, or
I'm driving now, it's fine.
Telling me about how she was given away as a baby.
Just for a few months, a bit like me, really
born at the wrong time.
But actually it was the right time.
It all worked out in the best possible way.
She went back to her old mother,
I got a new one. which was more than ok.
I'm rambling again. Must get on with the songs for tonight.
