A Heart Needs A Home- Loudon Wainwright and Shawn Colvin

I did not know where I lived was not acceptable, until the rich man came

and told me it wasn't

I did not know my house was not good enough, until the white man came and told me it wasn't

I thought my worn, green floors held me upright when sorrow took hold

But in his narrow view he missed that

I felt like my wind chimes, hanging like silver stars on the front porch, played me love songs all day

The kitchen window let me see the moon , and the stars peeked in on me, from my bedroom window each night


I knew my spirit resided in my home


And, that my tribe have gathered here for many years, for happy times, birthdays, funerals and mourning's


Our spirits inhabit the halls and walls, there were no ghosts here, only in your mind


No, you saw clutter, where there was creativeness. You saw messes where I saw love

Yes, you saw that


But this, I know, I saw that home is not a building. It was with each other. That's what I saw.


Nita Barrow- Zimmerman @ November 7, 2010

I remember the first time we kissed

It was the meeting of two love starved souls, coming together

When our lips met, I was flooded by a I love I've never known

When I touched your skin, I wanted to heal every scar made upon you, and remove all the unnecessary burdens placed upon your mind

I wanted to steal the pain from your mind, even if it meant that I would go stark raving mad, by taking it in me

Just to make you whole


I wanted to sacrifice my life on the bed of your broken dreams, and make them happen for you


My eyes wanted to see you smile more days, than you did not


I stared at you, and my words wouldn't come. Because all I could see was your soul shining like a million diamonds in the most brilliant sun


And now I lay in a river of despair, praying for the river to take me to a place of healing


My eyes turned upward to a grey, stark, raining sky

My hands stretched out on the waters of my defeat
like Christ on the Cross

I pray aloud, " Oh, Father why hath thou forsaken me?"


Nita Barrow- Zimmerman November3, @2010

Everything But the Girl Driving

I want to believe you left your watch behind, on purpose,
silver side up on my bedroom dresser


I want to believe it was your intention, you saying, pay attention to what's important


That you left it behind, for me to know, that you are thinking of me every minute of the day......I want to believe


Nita Barrow- Zimmerman

November 2, 2010

Kathleen Edwards - Mercury

I want to lay in a field shorn of all its burdens


In my old, pale blue jeans with my torn black shirt


I want to lay with my arms stretched straight to the earth



As I lay on the dust of all dead men


My darkened eyes taking in the greatness of the vast, immense sky


A sky that has seen everything that all men have done


Loved, fought, killed, raped, cared, shared


My hands look like mock wings stretched out before it, with my wrists bent and my palms kiss the sky


Nita Barrow- Zimmerman

@ 2010