Excerpt from What it means to be human volume 2 (coming soon)

vicky anthony

Vickie Anthony
Her eyes lit up when the music played
She would tap her foot
And her hair would sway
Her cigarette would burn away
As she listened to the music…

She would look at me with piercing eyes
Challenging my strongest lies…
Then show me the highest highs
By showing me the music…
Then teaching me how to use it.

Her long brown hair and her tiny room 
Filled with smoke and a certain mood
Sometimes lit up by the moon
She said she liked the blues best
I liked the smell of her cigarette. 
I remember every trace
Right down to the lines in her face

Her voice, her song,
her hair, so long,
her smell, the way she used to drive
The way she grinned and the way she signed
Her name on all my papers…
It was the way she chose to shape me…
So when she finally set me free
I could learn and grow and see
The person i was meant to be…
Her cigarettes were long and white
Glowing even in the light
Her smokey spoken wise advice…
Dont ever lose your music. 

I think of her a lot these days. 
And sometimes wonder if she’d say…
Shes proud of who i am today
Cuz i have come so far away
From where it was she found me
Sitting in that alley. 

I wish that she could see me now. 
All grown up and still somehow
Reaching for the music…
When it was she who taught me how to use it. 

​~meghanne storey~