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3"><b>She (we never thought of ourselves)</b></p><p id="15f7"><b>Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)</b></p><p id="8c15"><b>Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)</b></p><p id="8522">My daughter is our only child. My wife and I sacrificed. We provided all of her needs and many of her wants. We worked hard to build a home that supported her. I can’t even contemplate the idea that she’d leave us, abandon us.</p><p id="903b"><b>She’s leaving home, after living alone, for so many years</b></p><p id="72be"><b>Friday morning, at nine o’clock</b></p><p id="d28c"><b>She is far away</b></p><p id="43f3"><b>Waiting to keep the appointment she made</b></p><p id="1fe3"><b>Meeting a man from the Motortrade</b></p><figure id="668a"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*1p9ST-tUj_FOcrT8"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@freestocks?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">freestocks.org</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="47ac"><b>She (what did we do that was wrong)</b></p><p id="ea2d"><b>Is Having (we didn’t know it was wrong)</b></p><p id="8663"><b>Fun (fun is the one thing that money can’t buy)</b></p><p id="9c53"><b>Something inside, that was always denied, for so many years</b></p><p id="c41c"><b>She’s leaving home, bye, bye</b></p><p id="0014">Aren’t parents supposed to provide for their children, to see they are fed, clothed, and loved? Both my wife and I worked exceptionally long hours in jobs that didn’t end at 5 pm.</p><p id="5a33">Often we’d bring work home. More often than not, we’d have work to do on the weekends, too. We willingly did this to provide for our child. We did all we could do. Wasn’t it enough?</p><p id="cfc1">It was enough. I am pleased to say we were able to give our daughter the love and support she needed. We also had lots of fun times.</p><p id="8d87">When she was three years old, my daughter would awaken me at 6 am with, “Daddy, Daddy, go zoo.” At her 6th birthday party, I arranged for the volunteer fire department to come to the house with their fire engine to show the kids the truck, and show how the fire hose worked.</p><p id="8301">As she got older, in the summers, we’d go to state parks and caverns.</p><p id="9fc9">My precious daughter is grown, age 23, and graduated from c

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ollege. She lives and works 2 hours east of town, yet comes home to visit nearly every week. I’m so glad she is not the daughter in the song.</p><p id="af34">© 2019 Randle B. Moore</p><p id="be13">Song Lyric Source: <a href="https://www.lyricfind.com/">LyricFind</a>; YouTube [<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaBPY78D88g">LINK</a>]</p><p id="7145">Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney</p><p id="9345">She’s Leaving Home lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group</p><p id="0348">Please click this [<a href="https://medium.com/subscribe/@chs50278239">LINK</a>] if you have enjoyed reading this story and would like to have my stories delivered to your email inbox when I publish.</p><p id="a135">Medium is a beautiful site for innovative and exciting stories. Paying 5 for a monthly subscription or 50 for an annual subscription entitles you to read all articles. Use this [<a href="https://medium.com/@chs50278239/membership">LINK</a>] to join. Your membership fee supports writers of Medium.</p><div id="bf2c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/exciting-news-summer-heat-gone-weather-improves-701f1ed5d605"> <div> <div> <h2>Exciting News! Summer Heat Gone! Weather Improves!</h2> <div><h3>San Antonio’s morning low was 70. Expected High low 80s</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*63UtPFPKo04T_qrZ)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="3e06" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-earned-between-five-and-six-thousand-dollars-in-my-first-month-on-medium-4f16b8d8af0c"> <div> <div> <h2>I Earned Between Five and Six Thousand Dollars in My First Month on Medium</h2> <div><h3>Yes, really. I assure you I’m not lying, but I am choosing my words carefully.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*UINtuWbz97FPekTM)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

“She’s Leaving Home,” The Saddest Song Ever

Lennon and McCartney tell a tale of exceptional sadness.

Photo by Tamara Bellis on Unsplash

Song lyrics of “She’s Leaving Home,” written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney, are in bold print.

Wednesday morning at five o’clock

As the day begins

Silently closing her bedroom door

Leaving the note that she hoped would say more

She goes downstairs to the kitchen

Clutching her handkerchief

Quietly turning the backdoor key

Stepping outside, she is free

I was 12 years old when Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album was released by the Beatles. Just like nearly every teen, I loved that album. I still do. Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band included a song entitled “She’s Leaving Home.” The song meant nothing in particular to me as a child. As a parent, it has a profound impact on me.

She(we gave her most of our lives)

Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)

Home (we gave her everything money could buy)

She’s leaving home, after living alone, for so many years (bye bye)

I am utterly terrified of the idea of my daughter walking out of my life.

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown

Picks up the letter that’s lying there

Standing alone at the top of the stairs

She breaks down and cries to her husband

“Daddy, our baby’s gone.”

Whenever I hear the song, I get quiet and depressed. As a parent, I can not grasp the idea of my child leaving me.

“Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?”

“How could she do this to me?”

She (we never thought of ourselves)

Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)

Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)

My daughter is our only child. My wife and I sacrificed. We provided all of her needs and many of her wants. We worked hard to build a home that supported her. I can’t even contemplate the idea that she’d leave us, abandon us.

She’s leaving home, after living alone, for so many years

Friday morning, at nine o’clock

She is far away

Waiting to keep the appointment she made

Meeting a man from the Motortrade

Photo by freestocks.org on Unsplash

She (what did we do that was wrong)

Is Having (we didn’t know it was wrong)

Fun (fun is the one thing that money can’t buy)

Something inside, that was always denied, for so many years

She’s leaving home, bye, bye

Aren’t parents supposed to provide for their children, to see they are fed, clothed, and loved? Both my wife and I worked exceptionally long hours in jobs that didn’t end at 5 pm.

Often we’d bring work home. More often than not, we’d have work to do on the weekends, too. We willingly did this to provide for our child. We did all we could do. Wasn’t it enough?

It was enough. I am pleased to say we were able to give our daughter the love and support she needed. We also had lots of fun times.

When she was three years old, my daughter would awaken me at 6 am with, “Daddy, Daddy, go zoo.” At her 6th birthday party, I arranged for the volunteer fire department to come to the house with their fire engine to show the kids the truck, and show how the fire hose worked.

As she got older, in the summers, we’d go to state parks and caverns.

My precious daughter is grown, age 23, and graduated from college. She lives and works 2 hours east of town, yet comes home to visit nearly every week. I’m so glad she is not the daughter in the song.

© 2019 Randle B. Moore

Song Lyric Source: LyricFind; YouTube [LINK]

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney

She’s Leaving Home lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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