How It All Disappears (feat. Gypsy Twang)

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Sarah Barker
2014
Sarah Barker

Story

Ada Kokojan was a lovely little Bohemian lady whose parents migrated to northwest Oklahoma from Moravia.   I knew her when I lived in Enid, Ok and was married to her grandson Jerry Allen.  She had a beautiful singing voice, and used to sing the Ave Maria in church.  When she was in her early 40s, her husband Joe died suddenly while taking their daughter Jeanette to school one morning, leaving behind a wife and two teenage children to run the family farm.  Ada never remarried, or even dated anyone else.

I didn’t know this at the time I wrote the song, but when I sang and played it for Jeanette the first time, she told me her mother had had a recurring dream in which Joe would appear at the foot of her bed and she would ask him, “Joe, where have you been?”

When her mind began to slip, she went to live in an assisted living center.  Many times over the years, she had voiced a fear of living in a nursing home, but there was no other choice, as she needed 24 hour care.  That was when I wrote this song for her.

Lyrics

She turned back and caught her reflection in the looking glass down the hall

Her thoughts took a backward direction as the clock fell away from the wall

Who was this face in the mirror?  Somebody she’d never seen

Just as the image grew clearer, she fell back inside her dreams

Framed in the glass, key to the past

Drifting back up through the years

Hard times she’d known, love she’d been shown

Ain’t it funny how it all disappears?

Her youth and her beauty had faded and left her this dark empty space

The child in her heart masqueraded by the tracks of the years on her face

A lifetime of blessings and sorrows blown by like dust in the wind

She never prayed for tomorrows; please take me home once again

Framed in the glass, key to the past

Drifting back up through the years

Hard times she’d known

Love she’d been shown

Ain’t it funny how it all disappears?

She thought of the people and places she’d loved when she was a girl

Sweet recollections in traces, all that was left of her world

When she sang the Ave Maria, the children were young way back then

She said, “I just want to see ya.  Tell me Joe, where have you been?”

 

Framed in the glass, key to the past

Drifting back up through the years

Hard times she’d known, love she’d been shown

Ain’t it funny how it all disappears?

Hard times she’d known, love she’d been shown

Ain’t it funny how it all disappears?