The printing was clearly hers Song titles in a list Lyrics perfectly scribed On scraps of paper Found in a box on a rainy Sunday The tidbits of paper capturing many a program for Patients in a hospital Patrons at a piano bar Or judges at a show Newspaper clippings tumble out too Of contests won and prizes received An alligator purse costume jewelry silk nylons And other long lost trinkets Certificates from Veteran Affairs for her service entertaining troops and veterans in hospitals Congratulations given Paper reward for gifts from the heart I see her now standing tall With her eyes twinkling in love For her husband and her family And most of all for her love of singing Her gift to the world
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iblessings 
Nice, good memories. Wasn’t it wonderful that your mom and dad enjoyed this together…..
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What a lovely poem, so evocative, and what a lovely mother you had. Singing is so powerful and soothing at the same time.