Listening to a song from years ago, called Good Night,
Irene, a favorite of my paternal Grandfather's, he
used to sing it to me every time I was at his house.
Totally love it, Grandpa's voice was beautiful and I
loved his attention, another oldie but goodie now play-
ing, Somewhere Over The Rainbow, my Aunt used to sing it.
A favorite of every child back in the day, listening to
it brings back so many good memories of childhood, sway-
ing and swinging to it's tempos.
Flying above the clouds, not a care in the world, just
music and I, enjoying one another's company in an early
afternoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem