As evening falls
a whispering sweet voice
is haunting me
Returning me to days gone by
when  I was a boy
Sitting again  in the parlor
of my childhood
The piano plays a hymn
of Sunday comfort.
My mother’s small feet
softly pressing the pedals.
Her long hard working fingers
delicate upon the keys
The children of my parents union
sing as a choir.
Sitting in my armchair
I am transported back to childhood.
Aching to see once more her face
so beautiful to me.
Oh mom! Oh please play it once more!
But my childhood is past
my manhood in its place.
Drawn by the indelible memories
of a time long ago passed
I weep like a child to go back.