Mama Mia- Slipping Through My Fingers

I went to see “Mama Mia’ today - the movie. I never got around to seeing the play. I goggled it before I left to get the story line. The movie was great - a bunch of people my age (and a tad older - Meryl has a few years on me!) and Pearce Brosnan can’t sing - but, seriously, who cares? (Altho my favorite of the 'Dads' was Stellan Skarsgard.) Beautiful scenery - and a killer mother/daughter pre-wedding song that brought me to tears.
So, this blog comes with a warning and a dedication. Well, a warning, a dedication and an explanation.
Warning first:
Joann - do not read beyond this point if you have to function at anything within the next few hours. Travel back to Charley’s blog and see what the Lovely Miss Courtney is up to- this just ain’t your cup of tea right now Pretty Lady.
Second- the lyrics to the ABBA song below are dedicated to the woman sitting to my right at the theatre who tried valiantly to squish herself as far away as possible when the water works to her left started.
Third, explanation. I remember the day my daughter was married, and how she looked in the mirror as I took pins out of my hair to fasten them into hers. She has been gone 43 days and I miss her dearly.
“Slipping Through My Fingers’
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness

And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing her forever

And without really entering her world

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter

That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table

Barely awake, I let precious time go by

Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling

And a sense of guilt I can't deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures

The places I had planned for us to go

(Slipping through my fingers all the time)

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't

And why I just don't know

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture

And save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile