Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Music from Now Might as Well be Then

Singing in My Memories

Music was born in me, in my mother,
in my sisters and my brothers.
We sang in the barn and on the farm,
and in the country church.

My sister and I blended childish
voices singing Down on My Knees.
We sang, as teens, with Elvis on the
radio, Diana and the Supremes.

Singing alto in the choir later brought
me peace. Our voices raised in praise
drowned my sorrow, dried the tears I shed
inside, until I thought of Mother’s damaged mind.

1 comment:

Joan Ellen Gage said...

Glenda, I have always loved to sing, also. It gives one joy.

Hope that you are feeling well!