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Our SongToday my mother Was brought to tears, Because of a song She hadn't heard for years. She sat in the kitchen quietly To the words she did sing, A lot of memories The song did bring. When I was a little girl You sang this song to me, I still listen to it It's called, "Evergreen." I never understood why The song meant so much to you, You sung it to me often When I was feeling down and blue. The song I still listen to Is full of meaning, It's only shared Just between you and me. Now, I understand Why you sang it to me, This is our song It's called, "Evergreen." Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.22/2004 I am thinking of writing this one out and sending it to my mother, who now lives in Nova Scotia, Canada. We might have had hard times and squabbles, but I guess you can say, I still love her. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments |
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