a memory of the way life used to be

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s52faSuJiHg&t=25s

We are all beautiful lace, one snip of the thread and we can all unravel
better crochet our hearts to each others cotton and take care of ourselves
for the sake of each other...
I remember mama with her crochet and plastic glasses that gleamed
she always knew the answers to our many questions or so it seamed
back then she worked in a factory, but at night we trimmed rolls of lace
while watching television, and talking with each other, face to face
Outside our front door there was fresh clean air and the grass was green
it was the seventies and life was lived full of color, and a backyard scene
Father worked at the Montreal Children's Hosp. doing laundry in a basement
dressed in white attire he worked early morning shifts without abasement
One day he brought home a box of broken dolls , one even had blue hair
we had little but we had much, as we sutured every arm n' limb with flair
we laughed and pretended to be doctors, oh what I wouldn't give today
for one more suture dare. ...
We are all beautiful lace, one snip of the tread and we might just unravel
we might as well make the best of it, until we can finally hit the gravel...
Yours truly,
Mystic Rose