No More wishes . . .

I have always loved dandelions. Over 20 years ago, I wrote a song titled, No More Wishes. My son, Walt, revised the lyrics a bit, and he came up with his own melody. He accompanied me on his guitar and joined in the refrains. I kept messing up the rhythm, but in his gentle way, he would smile and say alright, come on now clapping out the beat. He even got out our old metronome - not the electronic version - and took my hand tapping out the beat - tic, tic, tic. I have trouble following a lead. I carried a note too long - it somehow felt right. My boys nicknamed me donkey if that tells you anything. Well, yes, Walt was patient, and I finally could follow his lead. As I have said so many times, Walt was my teacher.

Sadly, no, wrong word, when you lose a child it feels like a tragedy, this film was accidently recorded over. Goodness, of all films, but I do have a few, short tape recordings.

After Walt died, this song held more more meaning - The Refrain - No more wishes, No more dreams, No more yellow dotted green, No more hopes carried by breath or breeze, No more dandelions in spring . . .

At the celebration at First Frist of our first Walt's Waltz Stigma-Free Zone at Greenville Center for Creative Arts, Lana, a previous student of both of ours, was our featured singer/songwriter. I had asked if she would take our song and make it her own. So, it was the song's debut. Fittingly, Lana, changed the melody to 3/4 time - a Waltz.

I just wanted to share. Enjoy. https://youtu.be/YGu_qP3dnCY Always grateful for Lana. Grateful for those highly sensitive people as they navigate this world. We hope this information helps. https://www.waltswaltz.com/highly-sensitive