The piano opens
her favorite song...
the soothing, melodic notes
of a different era
yes, this is
the song of her
sorrow, her regret...
Patsy belting out
just how's she's feeling
and she's sitting there, crying
what in the world did she do?
he's not there
and her heart,
is breaking in two.
I sing the words
she knew so well
when she felt so sad,
those days she thought
she was alone, unwatched...
... and turn
to see my own daughter
watching the tears I cried,
listening to my mother's song,
regretting I didn't
appreciate her song sooner...
and missing her so much more.
This is so effective. The emotion sings off the page. t x
both personal pain and a near-tribute to Patsy are skillfully interwoven in this impactful work. nice read, Lee. -Tailor
My dearest Lee, i can also relate to this poem of yours..And i miss my mother very much, she was my music teacher, and she sings well..You have vividly picture the whole atmosphere, and as if i am also one of the audience and cried with you..Oh, well, life must go on..Thanks for sharing, Lee.. mahal kita, Meggie
As a poet, you have the unique ability of translating into words (with brevity and power) the feelings that have laid dormant for years in the heart of your readers. This poem almost made me cry because it reminded me of my dearest Mama. Now I can truly say that I'm one of your fans.
Lee this a beautiful poem that displays a mother's love and the sadness of realising through a sad song. Wonderfully written from the heart. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
I don't believe any us truly appreciate our mother's love (beyond the ego-driven possessive need of it) until we have our own children. Then something changes - and we can shove her off the pedestal and let her deep inside our heart. A loving, honest piece that many readers will relate to and shed a tear for. love, Allie xxxx
This is such a reminder to me, I just found my daughter and hugged her...She looked at me like I'm nuts...but so I am.. Thanks
So what song was patsy singing, that seems to be the question, most people missed, although the write does speak for itself,10-10 again lee, Lee..x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's never enough time to spend with those closest to us, and afterward there are always those things we never got around to saying. The music in your mother's heart are echoed through your fond remembrances of her. We may never understand all the pain and sorrow in our parents' hearts, but luckily (?) we'll all have plenty of our own to sing about. nice tribute