Precious Thursday

Bella Shepard



 

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

  • Author: Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: July 21st, 2024 15:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: I look forward once a week to leading a music group at a memory care facility. Music has amazing therapeutic benefits for Alzheimer\\\'s patients, it is apparent every time I see them singing, and remembering.
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