Can you imagine how it was?
I can, for the story was told to me
when I was a child. the story of
the song, of the gold-voiced uncle,
the sweet tenor-voiced boy.
Can you imagine how it was?
He, young, eager, brown-eyed
beneath the bright brown hair,
honey-throated.
Can you imagine how it was?
He, leaning across the Sunday
Breakfast table, saying simply,
“I heard a new song last night,
a beautiful, heartbreaking song.
listen.
Can you imagine how it was?
He, singing…the words sounding…
Softly, sweetly, tenderly:
“Poor Butterfly, ‘neath the blossoms
Waiting…”
O, can you imagine how it must have been?
#Memoir #FamilyStories #MusicAtHome
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