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