I See Blue is like a two sided coin, the weight and chaos of raising a family, living in a world that’s getting loud and difficult to understand.
Through it all is the love you have inside your home, your family, your friends, that helps you persevere above it all.
This week's poem is Small Pebbles (Five Ideas) from my most recent collection Remnants (a work in progress), five random thoughts that I feel are connected.
When reading Small Pebbles, I take a deep breath between each stanza.
Fredrick Brooks - Vocals/Acoustic Guitar
Joy Brooks - Flute/Harmony
Jeff Bracket - Acoustic Guitar
Caroline Brooks - Acoustic Guitar
Alex Paris - Bass
Produced by Paul LaChappelle, Fredrick Brooks, and Jeff Brackett
Recorded and mastered at Quest Recording
<Click here to listen to I See Blue>
I SEE BLUE
Woke up this morning the day was on
Mama in the kitchen edging em along
Oh child, off too school
Last night my babe cried in dreams
Her heart and soul at war again
One more child for the road
And I see blue
So I close my eyes again
And I see only me - I see only you
I cry out loud when the day is done
Yes I’m on my way just begun
Two more days the money’s due
They’ll shut off my water. maybe sue
Still the crows will fly at the break of day
And children play out it rings so true
A pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake a heartache through
And everyday I have you
Chorus - twice
© Fredrick Brooks 1996
Brookfield (North) at Whitby Arts Station
SMALL PEBBLES
FIVE IDEAS
Perhaps - Mercy
Like Heaven
Will not be lost
The soul
Incrementally
Will still face sorrow
The fallow orchard
Shines
At midnight
The hawk soars
It’s wings spread wide
Living, without the prison of time
I remember
It was over on my first walk to school
The small pebbles we gathered
That seemed like jewels
Soon became our burden of weight
© Fredrick Brooks 2025