Feeling nostalgic.  Listening to Dave Matthews "the Song that Jane Likes". Reminds me of my sister actually; Sherry Jane, Yeah, she's the baby. I remember when my mother  brought her home from the hospital.  My mother really did look like Marilyn Monroe.  She had that blonde hair, totally blonde hair, and this beautiful smile, and an incredible body. Even after delivering her fourth baby. It was a little '50's house.  I ran out to meet her.  She had Sherry all swaddled like the baby Jesus.  Mom had this big, huge smile on her face. She said something like, "Do you want to see her?"It was like she had this amazing treasure in her arms. And her smile could have lit up the very darkest night.  She  ever so gently pulled the little baby blanket from Sherry's face and revealed this tiny cherub. Mom with this huge smile, and me, in total awe of everything. A baby angel coming home, and mom smiling so happily.  I hadn't seen mom that happy ever.

Mom had four kids and was an amazing mother. I don't know if she really planned on four kids, or actually really wanted four kids. Personally, I think she could have been an over achieving business woman, but it was the 50's. She was a loving mother who was there for us as much as she could be.  And then she broke.  She just broke one day and went to the hospital.  We had a housekeeper who I felt didn't like me. I really, to this day, believe I was right.  But backing up, when mom started having issues, I was still playing Barbies. I was never into baby dolls..it was the Barbie, with her beautiful blonde pony tail and that waist so fucking tiny you could put a tiny little rubber band around it and it wouldn't break.  I would play Barbies alone most of the time.  But Sherry was my little Barbie.

Sherry turned out to be my doll. I loved playing with her. I loved looking at her strawberry blonde curls that framed her tiny white face and her delicately painted lips. She was a site to behold. We played forever it seems. I told her how to do things...how to brush her hair, how to talk, walk, everything. Then we were teens, I had a boyfriend, and that was it.

And now I'm in my 60's.  She is still my beautiful sister.  Sisters just go on and on.  I love her dearly and miss those innocent days. Listening to Dave tonight...I thought of Sherry...so my sweet little sister, this one's for you:

The Song That Jane Likes Lyrics

from Under The Table And Dreaming

 Under The Table And Dreaming Other Album Songs

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And in plays to write the wire in
I'll come back again
Torching time talking rhymes in
I'll come back again

Would you like to play
With the thought of a friend
In a distant passing stage
While you lie around
With your hands up and out
So resigned you will fall down

While you around here play
Wild on the warm and far away
While you around here play
The days keep scribbling themselves
In tidy lines

Would you like to play
With a fool holding hands
With a one-eyed jack of spades

While on the deck they sing
All of the captain's cards are kings
Still he and the queen are lost at sea
I hope it isn't you and me

And I'll be back round again
Yes I'll walk in time with you old friend
And we'll find that place
That we had danced in so long ago

And in plays to write the wire in
I'll come back again
Torching time talking rhymes in
I'll come back again
With this resigned
The letter I sign

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