There Are Feeling in the Breast That Cannot Be Expressed

There are feelings in the breast
That cannot be expressed
But, with music, then perhaps...
As to the past, we lapse

A familiar melody
Hummed so very softly
Brings back to us memories
Of childhoods' life of ease

Of when Mother sang to me
When I was just past three
I can almost hear her voice
And find my eyes turn moist

The many years she's been gone
Must add up on and on
But, oh, how I love her so
Her song forever flows