There is a Place I call Home by Cat Forsley @ Written for my Parents

Written for my Father and Mother – Robert & Suzanne Bolduc 

I LOVE YOU SO NEVER LET ME GO

There is a Place I call Home

My Home Is Really Ottawa, Ontario ..

When i was a Little Girl- 

My Parents filled the House with Music 

My Mom Played Piano 

My Dad had the Opera on –  all the time .

My sister and I both took piano lessons 

but I learned more from My Mother 

and My father about Music 

Than any teacher could Teach .

Because of Their Passion and Allowance for my creativity 

Whatever I wanted to do -

Paint – sit between the trees with my easel 

Sing and do mini concerts for them 

Become involved in Musical Theatre at School 

When we moved – and we moved many a time 

They always brought the music with Us .

As a Family .

Not many hours of travel between Toronto and Ottawa 

But Today – My heart is Home sick 

I am not sure why 

I don’t really analyze things anymore 

I just feel Them .

And Go With Those Feelings 

Wherever they Take me .

They nurtured my passion for music 

Like a Garden .

They came to see and hear my performances 

Whether it was in Ottawa , Hong Kong or Boston .

They were always There 

Still are 

 

A lot of the time 

I write Music For My Dad and Mom 

Perhaps  because we are miles away and I like Giving the gift of Music .

The First “Rock” Concert I went to With My Dad and Sister was in Boston .

It was For Sting’s tour “Nothing Like The Sun “.

It was an amazing show 

Sting was doing all His Amnesty International work 

and Giving much of his time and effort to The Rainforest Foundation .

I have been listening To Sting a Lot this week .

More than a Lot .

Perhaps – Too much !

Maybe because I wanted to be like Him as a little girl and teenager .

Music wise .

I also wanted To be like Princess Diana 

But that’s a whole other post .

I miss My Mother and Father Today – Last week – Right Now .

Because they are the Ones that Know me best 

as well as my sister .

They Know what I love 

They Know How I love 

They Know How i see 

They Know The best and the worst parts 

They Know the all of Me.

They are still protective 

They are still Here – but there .

I am 

A grown Up Child still 

still

still

still

There is a reservoir of tears I cannot keep behind my eyes today 

Those tears need to be emptied 

and so They Fall .

As I imagine my Mother’s Garden beginning To bloom 

I hear My Dad Listening to the Opera when I call 

I reach For them with Outstretched Heart 

Nothing in this world Can ever pull us apart .

Not space 

Nor Time 

As I hear the Din of the Subway outside my window 

I imagine it taking  me  right to their home in Ottawa – right into their hearts .

To Sit and Do Nothing with Them 

which always means Something

Like  Talking or Listening or Reading 

Or Just being .

It’s still something .

I am In my thirties 

I really “shouldn’t” -{ super-ego speaking )

 be Feeling this way .

Should , Could, Would 

All words for Today .

I go Back To Childhood with a tear and a smile 

and my memory is so alive today .

Today this is  what I remember 

The Sting show – Late 80′s 

with my Sister and Father .

Which inspired me more than My Father will ever know .

I love You 

unconditionally 

never let me go .

Catherine

FOR YOU – BECAUSE I KNOW YOU LOVE THESE SONGS