Parts of "Right Time" made me smile with the memories of the good, sweet love my parents had for each other (only it was Mama who cried when my Daddy passed away). I can remember my parents sharing a smile or glance while listening to their favorites songs. But there were parts of the song that was just too much for me.
When I come home, baby, nowYeah. I know, and I wish I didn't.
I wanna be with the one I love, now
You know what I'm thinking of.
~washing my brain, washing my brain~
I'm gonna wait til the midnight hourYou've said quite enough, Mister Pickett.
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait til the midnight hour
When there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you girl and hold you
And do all the things I told you in the midnight hour
Yes I am, yes I am
One more thing I just wanna say right here
Yeah. So. I'm going to lay off the old love songs for a while. I just can't take thinking of my parents in that way. Grown ass woman that I am, I want to think that I was the product of something very mysterious and platonic. That's kind of hard to do when I have 5 siblings.
Oh, mommy...
#I'mNEVERGoingToGrowUp
Peace
--Free