This poem was inspired by grandmother. She was a singer before the Second World War in London, and although she performed mostly in vaudeville, her voice was likened to that of Deana Durbin (if any of you know who she was!) and was truly magnificient.

She loved to sing and entertain, and so, although sad, it was somewhat fitting that she died while singing to the rest of the patients in the ward in the hospital she'd been admitted to after suffering a heart attack.

Somewhere in the realms
Of my mind
Is memory
Sweet memory
Days of enchanted bliss
I remember…

So true it was then,
Be it real now

So real, my darling is
Never gone
Sitting on the bed
She unveiled her trinkets
In a box of wonders

I was awed then
As I am now

I can hear her say
“Would you like this dear?”
I would answer “Yes”
Joyful enthusiasm
Drenched my voice

I would smile
She would too

Oh glorious, eternal smile
That never fades
Expand to a secret earth
Wonderful and new

And then the song

Her voice, once sound so shrill
Still does now

I close my eyes
Isolate myself
From the monotony of life

And hear her voice.