The Song
We all three had our glasses on
We went to lunch and they played a song
We said “Oh My” remember this ~
The song that never left our lips
That as a child we sang ~ the song that never leaves the lips
There we were all worn and grey
But we still enjoy the day
Our hearts and our minds are young ~ we laugh ~ we talk
But we no longer run
As children we ran and played the day away
But now that we’re worn and grey
to lunch we go ~ to spend the day
To say in touch ~ to laugh and play
But no longer can we run
And on that day, the song came on that never left our lips
A song we sang when we were young
“Oh yes” we remember
When the song came on
Each of us smiled that smile of wonderment that only in our
minds could we picture it
The days at play ~ the song that never went away
A song for only us three ~ a song that told us we were meant to be
Each one special in her own way ~ as we ran and played
The song of the young ~ the song that young ones sing so sweet
Because the song that came on that day was
a baby sweet sitting with her mom ~ giggling and singing ~
As only children do ~
The song that never leaves the lips
The song of ~Youth ~
That is remembered by three old ladies
© Patricia B. 2009 all rights reserved
We went to lunch and they played a song
We said “Oh My” remember this ~
The song that never left our lips
That as a child we sang ~ the song that never leaves the lips
There we were all worn and grey
But we still enjoy the day
Our hearts and our minds are young ~ we laugh ~ we talk
But we no longer run
As children we ran and played the day away
But now that we’re worn and grey
to lunch we go ~ to spend the day
To say in touch ~ to laugh and play
But no longer can we run
And on that day, the song came on that never left our lips
A song we sang when we were young
“Oh yes” we remember
When the song came on
Each of us smiled that smile of wonderment that only in our
minds could we picture it
The days at play ~ the song that never went away
A song for only us three ~ a song that told us we were meant to be
Each one special in her own way ~ as we ran and played
The song of the young ~ the song that young ones sing so sweet
Because the song that came on that day was
a baby sweet sitting with her mom ~ giggling and singing ~
As only children do ~
The song that never leaves the lips
The song of ~Youth ~
That is remembered by three old ladies
© Patricia B. 2009 all rights reserved
As I age, seems I look back more than I should. Wrote this because as a blessing, I still have my sisters, and to lunch we go. We no longer run and play, but our memories are shared of those days. Some we actually remember differently, and then we laugh. And we remember the mom, who as a single mom could have made so many different choices for us. I now know the sacrifices she made to keep a family together for three little girls so they could giggle, laugh, and play.
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Peabea
Friend, this is priceless! I lost my sister 3 years ago and even if we are up in years, I get blue wishing she was here to go to lunch with! I am so happy for you and your sisters and the bond you have. Indeed, we share those memories and the song of our youth and oh, boy, lunch together...a taste of heaven.
ReplyDeleteNice to see your visit, and thanks for liking the poem. So hard to lose a loved one. If we were closer, we would go to lunch and laugh with you. :) So sorry to read about your loss. My oldest sister turns 75 this year so we truly have been blessed and appreciate every new day.
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