Arts and Cultural Information in Fresno City and County

The Last Blues

She’s got morphine dreams, machine beeps and flashes
Hospital bed deja vue
A jungle of bags and tubes, you got to stay ‘til they say it’s OK
I just want to go home and cuddle with you
In the seven years since the first incision
She has been my warrior queen
This is the last blues, my last blues for you
One More Time

Spring flowers mirrored in her IV bag
Her dew rag is filled with birds and bees
Her nurse, who for years was cheered by her spirit,
Brings a blanket and, with her eyes, says to me
The road is so much steeper this time
Should her fight back and suffer more and more?
This the last blues, my last blues for you
One More Time

Her youngest daughter and newborn child
Came two thousand miles to say hello and goodbye
Her eldest daughter held her hand as it grew still
This is the beauty of family ties.
A thousand cranes for our wedding day
But now the wings of angels beat
This is the last blues, my last blues for you
One More Time