(History, propaganda, and patriotism aside)
the song sings for me of Grandma--
the chorus a triumph when, for once,
she would remember the words.
Behind the piano, we'd smile and share
a blessed conspiracy: glory, glory, hallelujah!
down the sidewalk, through the clouds.
the song sings for me of Grandma--
the chorus a triumph when, for once,
she would remember the words.
Behind the piano, we'd smile and share
a blessed conspiracy: glory, glory, hallelujah!
down the sidewalk, through the clouds.
Elena, this is so touching. I love every line, every word, from the Battle to the clouds. For Barbara's father it was "you are my sunshine" that he belted out over and over. But your poem brings so much of your life and love of family together in a powerful image of a moment we all can understand and celebrate. I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Newell, for appreciating the meaning of this poem, and enjoying it, too! It captures a really significant experience that I will always carry with me. I like hearing about Babara's father. Songs can be so significant.
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