he called me Miss Neon

no Timmy, three by five
does not make eighty-three
just because that's how old
grandma Georgia is today
and there's three of you kids
five of us now here at home
yeah, something's missing
since your pa left

no Timmy, three by five
does not make eighty-three
that's how many tears you cried
yesterday cause you're lonely for him
and that's how many hugs
you got when the radio stopped
playing his favorite song --
a message in a bottle --
and I finally stopped my weeping…
yeah, something's missing for
he promised to tell you every day
that his love song
was for no one other
than the three of you

no Timmy, three by five
does not make eight-three
there's no reason why not
like no reason he left us
for three by five
was the age I had when he found me
in the streets, covered in rain
oh Timmy, for years three by five
he loved me for a real tale of city love
but something's missing
from our life now he's gone
our Lenny, the man on the side
of life, looking in
and forgetting to say hello



he called me Miss Neon
24 june, 2006
(Poetic Paradise Daily Challenge)