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A Mother's Dream

"A tribute to my mom and her idol - Josh Groban"

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My mom is a huge Josh Groban fan, so I bring her to town every time he appears. His next concert is in September, only this time - I purchased tickets that include a meeting with the man himself. She won't know what to do.

A Mother’s Dream

An afternoon rain on the streets of Chastain
had the traffic reduced to a crawl
through an ocean of fans in their trucks and sedans –
I’m surprised we were moving at all.

I had my concern when the cops made us turn
to a lot at the base of a hill
where the trek to the show was a long way to go –
and I wondered if mom had the will.

The strain of our pace could be seen on her face,
as she steadied herself with her cane,
but the struggle she’d wage to see Josh on the stage –
she insisted was well worth the pain.

We traveled real slow ‘till she just couldn’t go,
then we’d stop for a cursory rest –
and all of the while, she continued to smile
through the anguish she never confessed.

She’d taken great care with her makeup and hair
and was dressed for a sacred event
that would cost her some dues for her tight-fitting shoes
that grew tighter the further we went.

In spite of the climb, we arrived just in time,
to a setting both vintage and grand –
where the puddles retained by our seats from the rain
were removed with a swipe of the hand.

We’d just settled in when the lighting was dimmed –
then a hush would envelope the crowd
and a thunderous spike as he stepped to the mic,
took the silence and turned it to loud.

He opened the show with a song we all know
and continued to capture our ear –
he was joined by Tariqh, with his soulful technique
and an orchestra placed in the rear.

My mom sang along as he sang every song,
when he sang in a language she knew –
and for those that were sung in an alien tongue,
she would faithfully hum her way through.

Despite being kissed with some drizzle and mist,
it was still a fantastic event –
an ephemeral cure for the pain she endured
when we made our exhausting ascent.

He raised us up high when he said his goodbye
with the song that defined his debut,
gave praise to his cast, said his absence won’t last –
then he bid us his final adieu.

‘Twas show number three for my mother and me
after Phillips and one at Gwinnett,
and we’re glad we were there for our first open-air –
though we did get a little bit wet.

But show number four offered quite a bit more
than the ones we’ve been able to grace –
so I went for the gold and bought tickets they sold
that would let us meet Josh face-to-face.

A moment I bet that she’ll never forget,
that she’ll cherish for all of her years –
a treat to befall she’ll be quick to recall
every time Mr. Groban appears.

I know it will seem like she’s living a dream
when she gets to connect with the man –
to meet on the spot with a pose for a shot
and a hug or a shake of his hand.

A snippet of time she’ll consider divine,
maybe just for a second or two –
but before we depart, I will know in my heart
that my mother’s dream finally came true.

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Written by tradford
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