A Swan Song
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Written in memory of my Mother: Unsteady from Parkinson's Disease, pushing herself,always ready to face any challenge. It was my birthday, she sang in her melodic soprano voice, as she always had done. Unfortunately, in the evening, she thought she could walk unaided, which became her last step.
The last time my Mother sang to me
With delicate high notes, powerful and sweet,
Pushing through tremors with courage and pride;
How could I know, it was her swan song?
With delicate high notes, powerful and sweet,
Remembering each verse, she had rehearsed;
How could I know it was her swan song?
Putting challenges aside, she wanted to shine.
Remembering each verse she had rehearsed.
Pushing through tremors with courage and pride,
Putting challenges aside, she wanted to shine;
Where recollections of days long past, reflected in her eyes.
Pushing through tremors with courage and pride;
Her fragile fingers clasped in reverent prayer,
Where recollections of days long past, reflected in her eyes,
The last time my Mother sang to me.
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2021
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