Words and Music: Bill Roper
Mother and Daughter
They stood on the beach together underneath October skies,
The daughter and the mother as the wind went whipping by.
And the storm bore down upon them as the waves crashed on the shore,
And the clouds were dark above them as the rain began to pour.
It was air and wind and water.
It was earth and sky and rain
And the mother and the daughter
As the lightning struck again.
The rain was chill with autumn and the wind was chill with fall
As the mother asked the daughter, “Can you hear the lightning call?”
She turned her face to heaven and the daughter turned as well
In a stroboscopic moment saw a blast of living hell.
The power of the lightning sent them sprawling cross the sand,
Left the daughter, deafened, crawling to take her mother’s hand.
And the mother smiled softly as she opened up her eyes
And the daughter heard inside her a familiar voice and wise.
“Past eyes and ears lie senses that most humans never found,
Adding new interpretations to familiar sight and sound.
My mother brought me here,” she said, “to learn to hear and see,
For the lock spans generations and the lightning is the key.”
They stood on the beach together, all tired and bent and sore,
The daughter and the mother underneath the thunder’s roar.
And the daughter saw with new eyes and the mother saw with old
And they walked away together and they never felt the cold.