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Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Senior Year - Narbonne High School

Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Beverly in Junior High School

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

      Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Sweep!!!   I’ll say no more.

I was struck by the
incredible sadness of it all
as I listened to the game
on the way home last night.  

I just want to curl up
into a ball and cry sometimes.

Let it go, I tell myself.
Let it go.
Let it go.

Have a tune for you today … Enjoy.


Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're trying, you're trying now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're crying, you're crying now

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep moving
You know he's never gonna stop moving
'Cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stone
And when you wake up, it's a new morning
The sun is shining, it's a new morning
And you're going, you're going home

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Your Dodgers got pounded by my boys last night.
Sorry.   In two nights in Los Angeles
the Padres have double their win output for the season.

Go figure.   Kershaw tonight.

Saw a short video this morning
about a forensic artist doing sketches.
Didn’t know where it was going at first.

Various women came in and sat down
on the other side of a curtain — he could not see them.
He then asked them for
a description of their face. 
What they saw of themselves.

Then another person came
in and sat down
and described the same woman
as they saw them.

The self-description was,
in many cases,
very different from
that of the other person.

The beauty that others she in someone,
they may not see in themselves.
That was the point of the little video.

The beauty that we saw in you;
Your smile, the pleasant way about you.
The humor; a mother’s love and more.

You were beautiful,
and yet you were made to see
that you were not.

And sadly, there a came a point
where you believed the lie.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.


You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me


You are so wonderful
To me
You are so wonderful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so wonderful
To me


You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me




Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

      You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


You know it is going
to be a long season
when your pitcher
is the one supplying the offense.

A three-run shot by
our pitcher took
your boys down last night, sorry.

Have a tune for you this morning.

“Through the tears of the day
Of the years, ba-a-a-by
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel”

Each day, 
knowing why
you are not here
has a tear just there, 
ready … ready to run.  

You don’t always see them,
but they are there; they are there.

… Enjoy.


There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
There's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn


Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away from me


Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow
If morning's echo says we’ve sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're the victims of the night
I won't be blinded by light


Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away
I won't beg you to stay with me


Through the tears of the day
Of the years, ba-a-a-by
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darlin'

Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darlin'

Monday, April 15, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal



Monday, Monday … Monday.
Must get to it.

Have a tune for you today …
A repeat, yes a repeat,
but oh so catchy.

I know you would have like this one.

… enjoy.


Heading down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he's a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh at least I will die free

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

Within my heart your memory lives on.

          Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal



A special day for you 31 years ago.
Savor those days; those memories.

Savor the love, a mother’s love.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.


Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?
Can you feel the magic hangin' in the air?
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah
Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no
And sometimes I wonder why we're here
But I don't care, I don't care

Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?
Can you feel the magic dancin' in the air?
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah
Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no
Sometimes I I'm dancin' on air
But I get scared, I get scared
When I hear the drummer, get me in the groove
When I hear the guitar, makes me wanna move

Can you feel the magic, floatin' in the air?
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah
Sometimes you're feelin' you've been pushed around
And your rainbow just ain't here
Don't you fear, don't you fear
When you hear the music trouble disappear
When you hear the music ringin' in your ears

Can you feel the magic floatin' in the air?
Can you hear the magic? Oh, yeah, yeah
When you hear the music ringin' in my ear
Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah
Can you hear the drummer? Gets you in the groove
Can you hear the guitar? Make you wanna move? Yeah
Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah
Can you hear the music ringin' in my ear?
Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped in to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Up early, lots to do.
Long day … 

I wonder if anyone knows about 
all of the things you lost. 

I wonder if anyone knows of 
the pain you were in at the end.

I wonder if anyone cares.

I wonder about such things, 
but what is the point?

Like you would say, "oh wells."

Everyone lost yesterday,
I’m 2 – 8 to start the season.

When does college football begin?

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.


Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.

I thought i'd make it the day you went away,
But i can't make it
Till you come home again to stay-yi-yay-yi-yay.

I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.

Now you're expecting me to live without you,
But that's not something that i'm looking forward to.

I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.

Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.

Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.

Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not.


Friday, April 12, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

        You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal, Los Angeles Dodger Fan


Your boys won last night 3 – 2,
but there was a brawl on the diamond.

One of your ace pitchers, Zack Greinke,
hit Carlos Quentin with a pitch,
when the dust settle your boy
had a broken collar bone. 

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal Los Angeles Dodger Fan


I’m sure you are kicking
clouds around over that one.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.
 

You held me up, held me down
Made me crazy, then you brought me around
Were my darkness and my light
You were my blindness and my sight

Were my shelter and my storm
Made me cold then you made me warm
You were my fever and my cure
Made me doubt then you made me sure

One step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last

You were my hope and my fears
You were my laughter and my tears
Were my destiny and my fate
Kept me movin', you made me wait

Were my weakness and my power
You were the thorn and the flower
You were my sunshine and the rain
Made me feel so good, brought so much pain

Now one step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last

And we were never really meant for each other
We were never really meant to last
In the years that we danced together
Each step forward we took two steps back
Each step forward we took two steps back

Now one step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last

One step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last