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Maymay941 and billiveshere -
Helen Lowrie Marshall wrote a poem published in a Hallmark Editions "A Gift So Rare", that certainly pertains to your comments.
It's titled:
ALMOST A MEMORY
What is it that the song awakes in me?
Almost a tear--almost a memory;
A fleeting, lonely something that evades,
A glimmering of memory that fades
And vanishes aa I pursue--and yet,
Something it is my heart cannot forget.
What is this haunting thing within the strain
That stirs some deep, long buried, hidden pain
Within the heart of me--a yearning there?
My groping fingers clutch the empty air,
The ghost uncultured, unrevealed-and yet
Something it is my heart cannot forget.
And now the song has ended-quiet falls,
And I am left still wandering the halls
Of reverie, lost in my fruitless quest
Of half-remembered things locked in my breast.
What is it that the song awakes in me?
Almost a tear--almost a memory.
Helen Lowrie Marshall wrote a poem published in a Hallmark Editions "A Gift So Rare", that certainly pertains to your comments.
It's titled:
ALMOST A MEMORY
What is it that the song awakes in me?
Almost a tear--almost a memory;
A fleeting, lonely something that evades,
A glimmering of memory that fades
And vanishes aa I pursue--and yet,
Something it is my heart cannot forget.
What is this haunting thing within the strain
That stirs some deep, long buried, hidden pain
Within the heart of me--a yearning there?
My groping fingers clutch the empty air,
The ghost uncultured, unrevealed-and yet
Something it is my heart cannot forget.
And now the song has ended-quiet falls,
And I am left still wandering the halls
Of reverie, lost in my fruitless quest
Of half-remembered things locked in my breast.
What is it that the song awakes in me?
Almost a tear--almost a memory.
