Songs My Mother Sang
'Twas early on I remember
hearing the voice so tender
sweetly interlaced
with loving splendor
Later on I noticed
how the words fell from her lips
her mouth, round and soft
smiling gently at the tips
The melodies she sang to me
in altos soft and low
though words are lost and gone,
the melodies I know...
Yet it wasn't till a dark repose
I knew how sweet her voice had rang
for it called me back
from death's dark grasp...
the songs my mother sang.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2008
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