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Our Song


Today my mother
Was brought to tears,
Because of a song
She hadn't heard for years.

She sat in the kitchen quietly
To the words she did sing,
A lot of memories
The song did bring.

When I was a little girl
You sang this song to me,
I still listen to it
It's called, "Evergreen."

I never understood why
The song meant so much to you,
You sung it to me often
When I was feeling down and blue.

The song I still listen to
Is full of meaning,
It's only shared
Just between you and me.

Now, I understand
Why you sang it to me,
This is our song
It's called, "Evergreen."
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.22/2004

I am thinking of writing this one out and sending it to my mother, who now lives in Nova Scotia, Canada. We might have had hard times and squabbles, but I guess you can say, I still love her.

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