Through the heavy clouds of grief The melodies still find their way The voice ageless, sweet, comforting The songs, old, familiar friends Lifting heavy hearts in the long days Lulling loved ones to weary sleep at night The glittering trophies reflect the joy In the hearts of all who heard her sing And the deep pride of her loving family Her rock of support for each performance Marked with hushed respect while she enthralled And rapturous applause when song was ended 'Sunrise, Sunset', 'Sweet Sixteen', 'When I grow too old to dream' 'Yidisha Mama', 'Summertime', 'Croce Di Oro' Old songs, classic songs, sung by many But imbued with her innocence of youth And wisdom of age, assumed a new and vibrant life Her family was her world, and now her legacy Fine people, kind-hearted and compassionate Filled with her spirit, strength and courage Her music, the expression of her love for them Truth rang timeless in every breath of her singing It's echoes resound as long as there are memories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For Nan Cullimore (my late mother-in-law), her spirit and her voice live on.
