Footsteps

Funky Folks me be findin’ someting’ dat walked, nay stomped across my mind leaving behind great grand footsteps, footsteps that me canna fill.

After sleuth-in a boot me sees Funky Folks; ‘n tune an’ lyrics in music for all tings chartin’ in a magic world.

Now you be saying, “Ahh..a flash o’ obvious eh!.”

“Ooo…jaa me’s agrees but got stuck in mud sleuth-in, not that me-be-a-stick-‘n-mud Funky Folks but flyin’ “From mud to miracle, in a bed of roses.” is where me lights up in a flash. “Keep your lights on.” eh!

Now for you Funky Folks der be tunes ta fix your day, your mood ‘n my, the Moody Blues do they sing some. “Voices ina Sky” ooh me,,,ooh my.

De Wedda Netwok cooks up wid emotion, sumtin’ me dinna have till me begins sleuth-in. Rain, is what it does to my mind while Wind blowin’, makes it a bad hair day. “Thunderstruck” is Ouch. “Let it snow” makes things move real slow but when the Sun comes out, me golly Funky Folks somethin’ for dem shades eh! Makes me go skipping through that bed a roses eh! Ouch a “Thorn in my side”.

“The Boxer” appears laid low by every Ouchie. Havta be good sporty Folks eh! All dem muscles jogin’ blon-de beach in “Chariots of Fire”, to the sound of Vangelis, amazing eh! Such grace. Imagine dat orchestra moving down the beach ‘n da drummers, strummers ‘n blowers mutinying, joining the jog. So when athletes stand on podium’s top place ‘n say, “Sorry.” dunna be surprised.

Ohh Funky Folks now “Love means never having to say sorry” eh! Me say drivel dis be. A sincere, “So Sorry.” keeps Love on de tracks eh! So many tunes, lyrics in music showcase Love in different shades; warm, cold or intense. Me goodness Queen says who needs ta summon love. Oh no dat a mix-up, man. “Who are you?”…with footprints sooo big.

Father, Daughter, Sons, Brothers and Sister songs are relative for the footprints heaved on me mind’s sleuth-in eye. But…

…all this preamble…These footprints Funky Folks bring me to think about Mother, her tunes and lyrics in music.

Yes many thoughts for Mothers out there FunkyFolks.. It be Matriarchs orderin’ our lives, leaving indelible footsprints that begin with “The hand that rocks the cradle”. An endless litany of songs for Mother, Mom and Mums’y come to us speaking words of wisdom. Mums the word Funky Folks even in-law believe me.

“How special are the Grand Moms and Great Grand Moms?” me asks ya. So, so obvious.

So, so special there be ‘n big day for Mothers coming up. Funky Folks me dinna forget ‘cause it be on dam calendar wit ‘n big red circle wit’da footprints leading to MOTHERS DAY. Important to have a heads-up so me nevah hav ta says, “Sorry.”

Let’s give ‘em big shoutout now sayin’, “Yay for Moms.” and here is the “Mother and Child Reunion” by Paul Simon

And fun one

Followed by “Mother of Mine”…

#mothersday