As she lay dying with the radio playing softly in the background, <br />The notes of a song so sweet tickled and triggered her memory, <br />Number one in the charts the week she was born, <br />Playing at her eighteenth birthday party as she floated and swayed in a glorious dance, <br />The first dance with her first and only boyfriend was during this melody, <br />Playing at their wedding as a song they claimed ‘theirs’, <br />Playing its gentle coaxing notes as she made love with her husband on their wedding night, <br />Had danced and spun to it with her children, spinning them in her arms until all fell to the floor in a dizzy heap, <br />Now it plays softly in the background as her life slowly trickles away from her, <br />As she loses that once firm hold on a life so dear, <br />Triggering her memory to a life that would end with the last single note of a now bittersweet symphony.<br /><br />Laura Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-that-triggers-my-memory/
