Final Words
from Pilgrim Village by Tobin James Mueller

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Looking out the window, so hard to recognize.
(The gardens and the family tree are labors that don’t lie.)
Final moments. The white room all around.
It’s hard to think of things to say when you’re never coming home.

“This is it. This is it,” you say,
“So don’t you waste a day.”
This is it?

Never sadness in your eyes. No lines of regret.
And yet you turn and tell me to be different than you.
“Do it differently than me.”
What do these words mean from a father who will always be my saint?

“This is it. This is it,” you say,
“So don’t you waste a day.”
This is it?

Hold a mirror to your face.
Help you comb your hair in place.
Father, son and ghost embrace.

You look up and you say you’re happy.
Don’t know why, but I understand.

Bo du du ba ba di do do di
Bo du du ba bo.

Wish you wish me
Wishing for the other
If you if me
Wanting only to be...

music/lyrics © 2004 Tobin James Mueller
featuring Twøn on acoustic guitar
Woody Mankowski on Soprano Sax