Your Poet-sage for the Week:

Happy Birthday Etta James, the mother of soul and the cheating lover of the blues. You just have to love old Etta James songs, I always think of hot summer nights in the low country, cold beer at road houses and sweaty dancing women...

At Last

At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Ohh yeah yeah

At last the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at youI found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Ohh yeah yeah…

You smile, you smile
oh And then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last

JQP