please don't stop the,
please don't stop the music!"
Rihanna is sensually singing
as I'm sweeping, swaying
with my broom.
Though this song wasn't out
then, I picture North Carolina,
dancing in the club.
Music is like a sorcerer, magically
placing my memories around.
I can be 3, watching my granddaddy
flat foot to Bill Monroe or
I can be 10 at a local sock hop,
swaying with the coolest boy to
Debbie Gibson and George Michael's.
I can still hear my beautiful aunt's
voice when she sang only to me,
"Amanda, light of my life.
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife."
Flashback to my Winnie the Pooh record player
spinning 'Thriller' and 'Billie Jean'.
Recall my first
made me long for him.
My granny's passing was more than
I thought I could bear, the song I picked
started to play, Dolly Parton's angel voice,
"She's a sparrow when she's broken,
but she's an eagle when she flies."
Fast forward this reel of my life, to my daughter
waking up at 2 years old, me crooning "Good morning
Beautiful" or at least the parts I knew.
Memories can be forgotten, or remembered
to surprise us of where we've been.
Love all music from Joplin to Eminem.
Have respect for musicians, wonder if they know
what their songs, instruments, and lyrics can do.
Bittersweet, happy, sad, angry......... all music
is now in my mp3 player, as long as I can feel something.
@ donetta sifford 3-18-2013