Over dusty parlor velvet stares a memory Rockers creak and the knitting needles weave At the quiet house where Christmas never comes Like a lull-a-bye whose rhymes have all been sung Madeline’s …
Ghost of Summers Past
The mourning dove woke me from a dream Of a younger summer She sang her song as my dreamland faded away And for the rest of the day I couldn’t shake this feeling Like I was watching …
