Lovely Lyrics: The Place Where Lost Things Go

Six months ago today, we lost our Maddy. It was unquestionably the darkest day of my life. Many other dark days followed.

Her absence has been deafening and profound.

When I saw Mary Poppins Returns a few months ago, I fell in love with the soundtrack, and in particular, with this song.

Maddy is one of my Lost Things.

The Place Where Lost Things Go

from Mary Poppins Returns

Do you ever lie awake at night?

Just between the dark and the morning light

Searching for the things you used to know

Looking for the place where the lost things go

Do you ever dream or reminisce?

Wondering where to find what you truly miss

Well maybe all those things that you love so

Are waiting in the place where the lost things go

Memories you've shed

Gone for good you feared

They're all around you still

Though they've disappeared

Nothing's really left

Or lost without a trace

Nothing's gone forever

Only out of place

So maybe now the dish

And my best spoon

Are playing hide and seek

Just behind the moon

Waiting there until

It's time to show

Spring is like that now

Far beneath the snow

Hiding in the place

Where the lost things go

Time to close your eyes so sleep can come around

For when you dream you'll find all that's lost is found

Maybe on the moon or maybe somewhere new

Maybe all you're missing lives inside of you

So when you need her touch and loving gaze

Gone but not forgotten is the perfect phrase

Smiling from a star that she makes glow

Trust she's always there watching as you grow

Find her in the place where the lost things go

Music by Marc Shaiman

Lyrics by Scott Wittman

While I was reading about guilt and grief earlier today, I came across a blog post written by Alyssa Limperis. Even though our situations differ – she was writing about the loss of her father while I continue to grieve the loss of Maddy – I am convinced that we can find solace in someone perfectly capturing our feelings in a way that we ourselves have been unable to articulate:

"And I can feel lucky that I still have that love.

Feel lucky that that kind of love

doesn’t go away with a body.

It stays with me, I’m built from it.

I’m made up of that kind of mighty love."

C, Ginny, and I have survived the past six months because we hold on to the memory of Maddy's mighty love.

Happy Tails to you…