The music,evidently, still reigns within your heart! Les

I remember when my Mama died the music went out of me too...She sang soprano with vibrato...
But the music couldn't stay dead, as it was a link to my mom. And sometimes, when I sing, I can hear my mama's voice in me...

Cryssa

...beautiful write Karla...touching memories...in your words are always music shared.
John

Spledidly written Karla. Much emotion in this my friend.
Very well done. God bless.

Heartfelt and just beautiful beyond words....hugs & kisses
B

The music left me when my Dad passed, too, but at least we have some wonderful things they left behind, and some wonderful memories.

Such a beautiful poem, Karla. And these lines..."Used to watch as his
fingers laid a trail so that the rest of the band wouldn't get lost,"...exquisite.

"his fingers laid a trail so that the rest of the band wouldn't get lost" <------ THAT is a brilliant line! --Charlie

A loss, a sorrow, a sadness kind of feel, yet filled with memories of happier days so long ago, passionate write my friend....

Be always safe,
Karen

We always have moments of longings for our loved ones. This is beautiful longings.

Sandie May :o)

Memories are what we dwell on when we lose a loved one dear Karla and so many things will be noticed that we had no reason to see before. thank you for sharing your words.

Newfie hugs are on the way, Rose

Reflective and visual write........sort of meloncholy.........well done :)

You have an inexhaustible library of innovative poems stored in that poetic mind of yours. Thanks for sharing another great one with us. God bless, JMW

what a lovely little poem and thought dripping with a nostalgic bittersweetness... And you have the eye of an artist when it comes to sky pictures. That special blue glow you caught. Of all, this I envy the most of your talents. Someday, I'll use your pics when I can pay!

This is lovely and heartfelt

Edwin

wonderful writing! so clearly heartfelt

Karla, my sweet friend, you a r e singing. Just don't know it!
Read your poem out loud. Cor-re-ga-ted is not only a perfect
description, but part of a tune that makes you want to dance at the same time it haunts. I love its simplicity. I love its metaphorical jolt. Its h e a r t, its s o u l.

Hate the weather has been so worrisome. But you sure do know how to make lemonade out of rain.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxooooooxxxxx 'Pea' xxxxxxxxoooooxxxxxxxxxxxoooooooo

PS: Hope you & Karen got the e-mail I sent a day or so ago. Let me know if you didn't. MWAH!!

A drum-roll for your King, Karla. The clouds will part, he will take a bow... and forever do an encore for his Princesses, I'm sure. But know that right now, Ain't No Sunshine When He's Gone... Love and prayers always, Kate xx

Karla, after you've finished the laundry,
I hope you kick up your feet ad give us a song.
Be happy. -gene.

Great write and one that says so much but...
If you stop, look towards the clouds again, you may just hear your Father leading a few angels in a brand new group all his own.

hugs
Fee

Great write; love the part about the frottoir! Can almost hear that Cajun band playing as I read this one; brava, Karla!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(

The day the music died . . . Looks like someone would make a song about that . . . Lovely poem . . .