When he wakes to different days
I play the songs of sweet refrains.
The gentle strains to open eyes,
the sweetness of the days gone by.
The songs of love, the songs of hope,
as eyes and minds adjust to cope.
To waken restfully, to come alive
songs of days to pass the time.
Sweet refrains, and songs of love
just to help, and just to love.
When he wakes to different days
I play the songs of sweet refrains.
@ Copyright 2006
Jo
Again Mum a beautiful poem, It is clear in this poem whom gives you the most inspiration
Susie Hemingway
Thank you Jo, I am so glad you like this one
Julia
This is so sweet and simply to the point, I love it. keep playing the music!
Richard
This is great – Richard
Susie Hemingway
Thanks to Julia I am so glad you like “Love Songs
Susie Hemingway
Thanks Richard