Petula Days - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
I'm sixty-seven, but her songs still linger.
A distinct voice flows with memories.
Fragments of young days that I remember,
Touch once again with the melodies.
As I listen the years seem to fade,
Erased by each song that was a part of me.
Young once again, I let the past invade,
And I dance in the heart quite freely.
A quivering voice belts out 'Downtown'
The lively beat catches me and I smile.
'This Is My Song' for the crush I have known,
I am in high school...at least for a while.
'Don't Sleep In The Subway' plays on,
And my kids wonder what I was dancing.
I said the golden age of music is gone,
'You should hear our music -it's amazing! '
(Written in honor of iconic singer Petula Clark,1960's)
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