Thursday, May 11, 2023

My 'Brooklyn Roads'

A beautiful song about going home again, if only in our minds.

When I was growing up we moved around so much that there was never really any one place to go home to in later years. I didn't have the greatest childhood growing up in my parents house. I left home way too young because of it. There was no other escape...and it certainly made me think I could never go home again.

I held a lot of hate and resentment for many years, feeling like I was robbed of my childhood...my sister and brother's taken from them also. But after years of my own life away from all of that, a coming to terms with it and making amends with my mother a few years before she died, all the bad stuff faded away and some of the good memories from childhood started to surface. 

When I left home at 15, I had a great support system...which most 'runaways' don't have or find - the church I went to at the time. Some beautiful people in that church took me in and became my family for a time. Everyone in the church showed me nothing but love and support...and it let me start to find my way somewhat. I got lost in the music in the church and it really was where my love of singing was born and nurtured. It was the only real sanity I could find in the hurricane of insanity for so many years. I will forever be grateful for that love and support...and in my mind I go home to that period of time also. I love you. You know who you are.

There were some good things in the midst of all the turmoil and pain. I hold on to those memories today and when I hear this song, those things come to the forefront of my mind.

I'm more like my mother than I ever wanted to be...and maybe that's the home I return to. My Brooklyn Roads are the sweet things about my mother that surfaced more times than I realized as a child. The line sung here "all the scars that love erases" is truth ten fold. 

The melody of this song carries me along those memory roads...and I am home again. 🩷

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