Thursday is my special day
It is unique in every way
I visit friends with whom I share
The love of music in the air
In this place where they reside
They never feel the breeze outside
The walls and halls are all they see
But the sound of music sets them free
In the depths of music they will find
Links to memories left behind
And so it comes more readily
Recalling things that used to be
We assemble in a smallish hall
A big screen TV on the wall
And so on You Tube we will find
The songs and words to sooth the mind
Decades of music that they loved
Country, rock, folk and love
Artists that they still remember
From Hank Williams to John Denver
A little heavy metal for one
A rendition of YMCA for fun
“What a Wonderful World” Louis sang
And on his every word we hang
For ninety minutes of that day
We’re just a group of friends at play
They laugh and joke, tell stories to
Of things they remember they used to do
Carol Burnett would close her show
With a song that said it’s time to go
So we sing that song that does apply
A lovely way to say goodbye
My precious Thursday comes and goes
And I am the only one who knows
Of all the days of the week that be
How precious that Thursday is to me
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments11
Moving.
Thak you so much for reading, and for your kind comment.
You are welcome.
Powerful work.
Thank you my friend, your comment is greatly appreciated!
You are the only one that knows? You’ve well and truly blown your cover now, Bella…..!
Yes – I’ve been given to understand that music does reach into the minds of folks with memory loss. Now while I gather that you get much out of this Thursday habit of yours, there are many reasons why you deserve kudos for your efforts. Great write.
Thank you mi compadre, you are my understanding soul. I have to say that I get just as much, if not more out of those Thursdays, and I leave on a high. Music truly is the food of love for all that we share. Take care!
Thanks Bella, I loves ya!
P S: Don't tell your husband.............!
Shh! My lips are sealed
Music can save us all if we just let it. You express that much better than I can, thanks for that.
You are so very right. We all stand together to sing the national anthem, or Take Me Out to The
Ballgame during the seventh inning stretch, we have no idea who's standing next to us, but we all singing together, it's beautiful. Thank you so much for reading and your wonderful comment.
Such a wonderful time Bella, music has been in my life forever and always will be.
Andy
I thank you my wonderful musical friend. This is a passion to be shared and revered for all it gives to us. As ABBA sings "Thank your for the music, for without a song or a dance what would we be".
A fine write Bella.
Thank you Orchi, I know that you know the power of music, for your hymns say it all.
Is it Thursday yet?! heehee.
No, but I wish it was
Bravo Bella .. I too have seen what an old familiar tune or set of lyrics can do for those who have developed memory and other cognitive issues ..
Bless you dear friend .. and top marks for your beautiful words each verse perfectly formed and dovetailing perfectly with its neighbour on the page .. Neville
When you see music in action, awakening dormant memories, it is a feeling like none other. Often, after we've have sung a familiar song or hymn, one of the patients will pop up and say "my mother used to sing that song to me, or even tell a story that relates to it. Thank you for this kindest of comments, I know that you can relate. Take good care my friend!
How special that magical Thursday is to you and to me dearest poetess. The joy sleeps through. 🌹
You have chosen the perfect word, thank you. For that 90 minutes each week it is magical, and we are in a place where time is suspended and music feeds the soul. Dear Teddy take care!
Another great write my friend with great rhyme, warmth and old joy. Loved it. Making other's day is the greatest joy one can have.
Thank you so much for your kindest complement. Truth be told they make my day, we have such fun together. Take care my friend!
I can remember many songs, but sometimes, forget what day it is!
That's the beauty of music my friend. I'm right there with you about forgetting things, happens more and more these days. Thank you so much for reading!
My pleasure.
my mother loved Nat King Cole...
many afternoons I would sit with her as she listened.
fond memories Bella.
music kept her with me for many years...
a very touching write;
I love to hear that that music can hold such fond memories for you. Take care my friend!
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