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Ode Yes I Did!
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Ode To My License Plates
O’ My License Plates, I love you so,
There you are, everywhere I go.
In summer I’ll find you a shady tree.
I think the “I” just winked at me.
In winter I’ll swiftly brush off the snow.
Won’t let it stay on an “L” or an “O”.
Each year you’ll have a new sticker too.
Gently applied – Would I hurt you?
In the evening I’ll kiss your vowels good night
and make sure each and every bolt is tight.
Don’t mean to brag, but look at that “L”.
It’s tall and straight and proud as hell.
Jealous cars passing by will see
the love I have for that handsome “V”.
Some states would have only one of you.
How lucky am I? Ohio has two.
~Marie
Take Me With You!
They’ve been to Russia
without me keeping them warm.
They performed and came back
still full of charm.
They’re heading for Australia
and China too.
They don’t need me there either
What’s a fan to do?
There’s Europe and
South America to tour.
I’d help with their luggage.
I’d even do more.
I’d cook Spaghetti in the Serengeti
and lasagna in Spain.
I’d bake cookies in Africa
in the pouring rain.
I’d wash their clothes with a hose
in the Poconos
and clean their room with a broom
in Rangoon.
So, take me with you Gianluca
I’ll take pics to rule the masses.
Let me go Piero
I’ll happily clean your glasses.
I’ll be there Ignazio
I’m never out of reach.
I’m even up for
brushing your teeth.
Yep, I’d cook and I’d clean
I’d be there for you.
I’d even make everyone
elephant stew.
I’d gladly do this
every day of the week.
I’d do it all
for just a kiss on the cheek.
~Marie
A Song and a Smile
Well, here They come,
for just a while.
They’re ready for us,
They’re all in style.
To get to Them
we’d swim the Nile.
We’d even stand
in line a mile.
Yep, we’d all be there
in single file.
All, for just a song
and a smile.
~Marie
Because of Them
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It’s a little colder here.
A little emptier.
Did winter come because they left?
Is it colder outside, or merely inside of me?
What will we do with all that time we spent following them,
State to State, Country to Country?
Did we become complacent with all the video’s?
Did we take for granted the many daily pictures?
I wish we had them now.
Our Baby will be 19 when we see him, in concert, again.
If we’re lucky.
Our Eldest will be turning 21.
Can we still call him Our “Boy”?
And Our Sweetly Dimpled middle-man?
Well, I’m sure he’ll stay the same,
Sweet and Dimpled.
They touch me in a heart I didn’t know I had.
I miss them.
But it’s OK.
I have met remarkable people here,
due entirely to Il Volo.
I know I’m smarter, happier, better.
Because They exist.
Because they sing.
Because their music reaches deep enough for us to find
the extraordinary in ourselves and each other.
It’s a little warmer now.
~Marie