Blue, Side B

She needs to choose her songs now, while she's young.
Don't fiddle and fondle the locked door.
Let her gather up her troops.
One day,
sooner than she'll wish,
the melodies will be called in for duty,
out from their vinyl reserves to defend her
at the front line of her heartbreak.

When she doesn't come down for supper,
worry not.
It's more important that she gets acquainted with
the likes of Joni and Dylan.
They'll come to know her inner world in ways you never will.
Let her exist
amongst record sleeves and guitar strings.

It's a mother's job to prepare her.

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