Listening to Frank Sinatra singing 'Strangers in the Night',
brings memories full swing of my Dad.
Remembering Dad telling me when Mom and him went to see
Sinatra in person at a concert.
Mom said girls were going crazy and fainting all over.
It's quite an image in my memory bank, looking back at it,
as I imagined Mom and Dad when they were young, attending
a concert - seeing a famous person.
It's awesome to think of, at times as I grow older - it
makes me smile to know my parents did fun things together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem