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  • We all know about husbands and wives living together so long they finish each other’s sentences. That’s from living in close proximity and repetition of the same phrasing, ad nausea.

    But, I believe that someday science will find a DNA fragment on the double helix of our chemical makeup that gives the connection from mother to child and, by extension of that, from sibling to sibling.

    What other explanation can there be for the “eyes in the back of the head” that all mothers seem to have when their child is misbehaving or in danger? That special ESP that fathers never have. Oh, they have it for their own mother and siblings, but not their children. It has to be passed down maternally from her DNA strands.

    Let me cite some examples:

    My mother and her brother. My mother could pick up a non-ringing phone and say hello to her brother, my uncle Aubrey. I have seen her do it more than once. They would be so much on the same wavelength that one or the other would dial and the other would answer before the ring tone.

    My brother (or sister take your pick) When we are together we only talk in half sentences because the next thought is already going between or amongst us. My poor dad used to get dizzy just trying to keep up with our non-linear conversations. Mom was always one step ahead.

    I use this preamble to tell you about the communication I just had with my brother via email.

    Preface the fact that I recently wrote the words to a song and as it was my first attempt at anything so creative, sent it to him for his input. He wrote back saying he liked it and asking if I already had a tune picked out. Here’s what I wrote him back:

    Thanks, Gar’
    Yeah, it’s kind of a James Taylor-y slow and haunting, single guitar ballad. With a touch of the Eagles “desperado” thrown in for flavor. Seriously, I don’t have a clue as to what I’m doing. If you’ve got a tune playing in your head, feel free to go with it. Like Lerner and Lowe, If you got the tune, I got the words.
    Love, Jon

    Now that may seem kind of drifty to most of you, but I know that my brother hears the same tune I hear when I read the words. I don’t just think it, I know it! He’s a much better guitar player and musician than I am so I feel quite sure I’ll hear my song played the way I imagined it.

    Here’s the song. Feel free to make your own music:

    The Last Campfire
    by papa jon deau
    A song

    He closed his eyes tightly as the smoke drifted o'er him
    crouched his head low as he blows it alive
    Now gently so gently his hands cupped around it
    smoke turns to flame and the sticks become fire

    Now feed the fire slowly each stick a bit larger
    Don't pack it too tightly let the air flow inside
    Slowly so slowly take time don't you hurry
    smoke turns to flame and the sticks become fire

    So many times past seems he'd done this forever
    Like his daddy before him t'was always the same
    But this time this time might be like no other
    its oh so much harder turning smoke into flame

    He's older, now weakened his hands tremble slightly
    his bones feel the chill of the coming of night
    He's frightened so frightened of the darkness before him
    flame turns to embers in the lowered firelight

    His life like a campfire it burned oh so brightly
    giving comfort and warmth kept the wildness at bay
    flames into embers and embers to ashes
    smoke drifts away only memory’s to stay

    Oh smoke turns to flame and the sticks become fire
    the flames lick the night glowing so red
    our lives become embers tis the way of the campfire
    when the heat leaves the ashes the fire is dead (last line spoken softly)
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