There’s a Thursday me inside my clothes
A Thursday me that no one knows
I become a singer on the stage
For those old and worn with age
Their memories fade with time
With still a remnant of their prime
We sing the songs of yesterday
Of forty five’s we used to play
And while the present is illusive
And recent memory is confusive
The sound of music in their ears
Awakens thoughts of all those years
The words come back upon the tongue
They climb the ladder, rung by rung
The magic of music never fails
It reaches out, pulls back the veils
Which have covered them every one
Until it’s hard to see the sun
They give me more than I can say
I live a dream of yesterday
Of whom I thought that I might be
But did not become reality
I sing for them, they sing for me
And I am happy as can be
For my audience you see
Finds the very best in me
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have the privelege of leading a music group every Thursday at a Memory Care Facility, with the best friends in the world.
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Comments8
A wonderful write firstly of the joys of performing and secondly the power of music and never ending joy it gives to people, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words, the power of music truly is never ending.
You are very welcome
The joy of giving and in return receiving a fave for the feel and so nicely worded Bella
It is truly a recripocal experience, thank you so much!
Most welcome Bella
No mystery involved in music and memory recall anymore - it just works. So clearly and richly stated, Bella.
Thank you my friend, how right you are about music and memory. Thank you so much for your comment!
Good write B. I'm a, let's say, Monday guy. Each Monday I give KP a special dinner of maggots. heehee. I'm gross!
Well, I hope they are sauted in a little butter and garlic, goes down so much better that way. lol As for me, I'll stick with Thursday. Take care!
Thank you B. lol. She serves me up snails. lol.
Music can bring back such memories. Before my wife passed from this world she was in a care home and they had a music morning which I helped with and the song that became "my song" was https://youtu.be/QOXwzvk1WTc?si=eT5sBFmvFSujU0sC.
Andy
I appreciate your comment more than you can know, thank you for sharing your experience with me. I now have another wonderful song to share with my friends this Thursday. I'm so glad that you were able to share the magic of music with your wife and the folks at the care home, what you gave them was great joy.
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Dearest Bella take your bow!!!!! Wonderful brilliant rhyme and theme, one of my new favourites of yours dear friend. Kudos. 🌹
Aw, Teddy you are the sweetest. I love to hear from you, always. Your kind words always lift me up. Hope your summer holiday is going great, and you come back rested and refreshed and ready to take on the world, metaphorically that is. Love, Bella
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Hello, Bella,
A lovely heart lifting poem - the choir of life pelting out the songs of yore with love and togetherness. 'Music is the breath of life.' According to Shakespeare and I, as I am sure you, believe him. A complete joy to read, truly.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Your lovely comment is music to my ears. Who could disagree with the Bard? Thank you for encouraging and inspiring.
it works doesn't it .. regardless of the language used & anywhere .. this has that certain feelgood factor about it .. so very well poemed Bella 😎👍
The magic of music, it truly has great power. Thank you so much for this lovely, intuitive comment. Take care my friend!
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