In Remembrance 7-15-04 Poem by Kathryn Tyler King

The following poem was written for a dear friend who passed away and sang beautifully. My father as a musician had mentored her as a jazz singer.

Who's that singing in the music room?
Such sounds and warmpth, such a laugh,
So down to earth, just bubbled with joy.
Music you loved, it was your craft.

Joann, how lovely was your walk and
enjoyed our conversations so many,
sharing my boys and life together.
I wanted so much to see you plenty.

You reminded me of years past,
when sisters three sang songs lost,
during a time when life was fun,
the songs you sang an era now tossed.

Balads, jazz, songs so whimsical.
You will be remembered for honest tones.
when the band would strike up,
with trumpets, piano and tombones.

The music yo loved, we did too.
You were part of our family five.
I remembered practices with dad
you gave us concerts not taped but live.

Joann, you're in a place where there's music.
It never stops and never winds down.
The good Lord will find you songs to sing,
So belt them out girl, no one will frown.