WHEN DEEP PURPLE FALLS…

In honor of my mother. One of her favorite songs.

itinerantneerdowell

deep purple

When deep purple falls

Over sleepy garden walls

And the stars begin to twinkle in the sky–

In the mist of a memory you wander back to me

Breathing my name with a sigh…

–Peter DeRose/Mitchell Parish–

–Image, http:www.frankabbottphotography.com/

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

1 thought on “WHEN DEEP PURPLE FALLS…”

  1. Remembering what our parents liked helps us see them as their own persons and not just our parents. I remember my Mom really liking Maverick, Brett in particular. Later after I had grown up I suspected it was because he was handsome, which made me smile…

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