Sitting with her singing church hymns brought such joy a smile across my face.
Dancing to the sounds of Springsteen, Jackson too many to name.
It is the memories I'll never forget. Rocking to the rhythm ain't stopping me yet.
Without a shadow of a doubt life is good, so great with the right people set in place.
I'll always have the memories, they don't fade. I'm rocking it my way, ready to start the next phase. The world is wide and I'm making it right. Rocking to the rhythm it's just me now a days.
Some will say why even change. I'm living and that's what it is.
The good times with her made me feel special, she knew I caused even some trouble.
It's not all good and not all bad I have a life I'm meant to have. An angel looking, guiding me along life's path. She always knew what I can have. Parts of me are her, part of me of her daughter.
I have him too, the bloodline runs through. I'm rocking it and rhythm just comes, naturally and I'm having some fun.
It’s amazing how a particular tune, sound, or hymn can speak directly to our soul like you write about in this poem. Very relatable. You cleverly compare the movement and constant change in life to the melody of life and living, pulling from a deep-rooted memory of church hymns and Springsteen. We love the spirited attitude in this poem along with your natural will to remain inspired and resilient. Thank you so much for sharing your amazing poetry with us!