Anna stares out of the window
It's her eighty-fifth spring
She tries to concentrate on something
Her face is strained and she's confused
At the walls in this room
And all the strangers standing around her chair
They brought her photographs in frames
They are using her name
But she just smiles politely at their embrace
And Anna Introduces herself again
A man picks up her hand
And says, "Anna, look, the spring has come"
And your carousel is waiting

It's 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad's hand
And you're on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you'll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end

And Anna tries to form a thought
But at the end she's forgotten where she started from
There's something she would like to say
But the words in her head seem to have got away
Can Anna come out and play
And over all that is inside her
A curtain is closing in her deep brown eyes
Well it's like someone's built a wall
And through the very last cracks
Anna extends her hand and a little girl calls
"Please don't let me fall"

It's 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad's hand
And you're on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you'll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end

Well there's so much you must have witnessed
As the whole world changed, child
At the onset of the Jazz Age
And it was long before Elvis
And rock and roll
They told you, "There will be music
You just wait"

It's 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad's hand
And you're on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you'll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end

What do you think of it all
As you are so small
Under your blanket here in this hospital
I love you
Tell your bones not to let go
But your heart is beating slowly now
The spring has come
But one small leaf was falling, falling, falling


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    My InterpretationMy mother died last year. Her name was Fay.

    I cared for her, during her remaining years, upon her explicit wish, when after a series of heart attacks, she gradually reentered into the annals of her childhood memory, having lost by degrees, connection with her middle years, suffering the mental capacity diminishing condition, known as vascular dementia. She too, faded "like a fallen leaf" at the grand old age of 88, born in 1924. I learned much about the child I was never able to see otherwise, during my lifetime.

    She had given me her Diary of 1940 to 1945; a young woman describing vividly her surrounds and relationships, events as the unfolded, both national and personal including her very organized Mum, her affectionate and deeply respected Daddy, his beautiful garden, looking after Evacuees from a blitzed, war torn London, watching her country's planes fall out of the sky during the Battle of Britain, and her growing self awareness into womanhood. She loved her Daddy especially - a genuinely kind man, a hero, mutilated in Gaza 1917 in the line of duty and the fog of battle, before she met my Grandmother. He was very lucky to survive. He loved beauty, sat evenings in his garden, drinking in the sweet fragrances of all his flowers and shrubs, much loved by my mother. So much more to tell, but I fear I may digress from the task in hand.

    I listened to Antje Duvekot, a whole lot, while caring for my mother, having discovered her upon a Tennessee facebook friend's recommendation. Bought all of her work available online, and still hoping for more. Along with this particular song, "Anna".

    Pictures brought in to help Anna remember a happy time in her childhood, the "strangers" more likely family, as by now before death, facial recognition fails, but the beauty of the child's inner heart remains. Anna was 85 when she died, no doubt amongst other things, of dementia..

    I wept when I realized what this song was really about - one of life's rare experiences straight from Antje's heart I suspect. But that is the Antje I've come to know through her work, empathetic and curious, intelligent and perceptive, a wonderful way with words, carving out the common truth as she observes; kind and caring; a precious gift in every respect.

    Maybe one day, I'll get to see Antje in live concert, now, a top priority on my bucket list of things to do. A big thank you Antje for helping me through some really tough times. Your words gave me the strength, to see them through.
    StephNicholsonon September 28, 2014   Link
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    General CommentTwo corrections please:

    1. (largest paragraph second line) "events as the unfolded," should be corrected to, "events as they unfolded," and
    2. (further into same paragraph, seventh line) "and the fog of battle, before she met my Grandmother." should be corrected to, "and the fog of battle, before he met my Grandmother.
    StephNicholsonon September 28, 2014   Link

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