Sundays With Callie

I used to Feel the sun coming right through my shades September weather in the dorm that felt too warm for my face At 8 o’clock in the morning I set my lineup in Fantasy Check through IG and tap on pics from some friends that I made The night before at a party or something memory’s partly disrupted By drinking something of substance not sitting well in my stomach Climb down from where I’ve been lofted Wake Deven tell him let's walk to the cafeteria Cereal or a waffle is needed I’m feeling awful repeating stories from yesterday What we doing rest the day Probably study Econ man tomorrow I gotta test to take Plus CBS is just playing Dolphins against the Jets today It’s nothing that we can’t miss Stack the plates and glasses bring them back to the racks And wave at Susan while walking past going back to our side of campus Then remember 4 o’clock I’m supposed to go to my Grandma’s It’s a Sunday in 2012 and I’m 19 now Around the hour of 3 o’clock hit the shower wear cleaner socks And head out in my Jetta whose keys don’t work so I keep unlocked Feeling fortunate really That I moved up to the city My grandma Callie’s been living For over 83 years I pull up to her Southwood home and she hugs and kisses my cheek Says I missed you throughout the week can I get you something to eat I just smile and say I’m good but she always sensed when I wasn’t And sits me down to discuss if there’s something that’s got me flustered Grandma always knew the words to say she’s been ‘round the block And used that line a time or two to help to get me to talk I told her all about the girls and school and family and job She told me all you gotta do is trust yourself and trust God Now every Sunday I left that Southwood home feeling nice And learned to see myself the way that she saw me in her eyes You’ll be alright Jack she said when we were hugging goodbye See you again in seven sleeps and how I hope they go by ‘Cuz time flies if you let it But on my Sunday nights I wanna spend my time With this sweet girl of mine Even when my life don’t feel so good My Sunday nights I wanna spend my time I wanna spend my time With this sweet girl of mine With this sweet girl of mine To the girl who put the music notes inside of my heart It’s only right it wrote a song about it’s favorite part To the girl who played this tune in my heart It’s only right we wrote this we wrote this Fast forward to 2018 for years your memory faded I used to be caretook now it’s you that needs caretaking I visit you in your room in this place that you say you hate Can you take me away somewhere I say absolutely Then place your hand in mine and put your jacket on My car’s on slick pavement so hold me tight I sit you in get you buckled and situated Put heaters onto the seat and Sinatra onto the station When I get inside she smiles then we talk of music I’m making Drive around the town she knew so well you’d think that she built it Take her to 8th where she grew up then to the place she raised children Go to Luna on University Sanford where she had surgery Lindenwood for the lights shining bright as her love internally Each moment that I hold in my heart until it feels whole again… ‘Cuz one of the biggest parts in it left me in August And I’m sorry that I never kept good on my final promise That I’d take you out for dinner then back up to my apartment But I’m glad we had the moments we had over nine years In this city you made home hope you feel it in my tears Hope you saw me by your side in the moment you passed away And hope you know how I still think of my grandma each Sunday ‘Cuz life’s been rough since you left it but look But on my Sunday nights I wanna spend my time With this sweet girl of mine Even when my life don’t feel so good My Sunday nights are still with you