A long overdue encore.

By jeffrinna

I used to sing to my daughter, Valentina, almost every night. It was the same song, because I loved singing it and it seemed to work. MASTERPIECE by Bob Dylan. (But, I sing it more like Bob Weir, when the Grateful Dead would cover it.). It goes a little something like this:

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece
She promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin' time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb

Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
As the daylight hours do retreat
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Everyone was there to meet when I arrived

Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece

Well, for some reason, mostly her being pretty stuck on wanting to lead all decisions (she's almost 3), we haven't sung it in a while.

Tonight, as she battles an ear infection and can't quite fall to sleep, I got to go in a sing it... with enthusiasm. It's now a wonderful memory.