Every year when we get the first frost, I think of my mom and how - TopicsExpress



          

Every year when we get the first frost, I think of my mom and how she loved this poem. There were a few poems she used to recite to me from time to time-but this is my favorite. I can still hear her voice and the catch in her voice when a line really spoke to her deep feelings....the glistening of her eyes as they welled up. I know she was remembering a simpler time and maybe a fond memory of when she first heard this poem. Im not sure what all it brought to mind for her-but I enjoyed very much hearing this man tell how he learned the poem and what it meant to him and his father. I love how he is reciting it to please his dad, who loved so to hear him perform it and who asked for it as a dying wish. I hope you enjoy it, too. Its a lovely poem. https://youtube/watch?v=FEY9iYQ-Ves
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 21:14:05 +0000

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