MEMORIES HURT

 

The Violin player came to the mic:

I’d like to dedicate this song to my wife –

Her name is Marilyn Monroe Reese,

And I’ll have to admit – she is quite a piece

(Of work) and to think of her my heart hurts!

I close my eyes – I can hear her voice,

And my spirit begins to rejoice –

Looking at the paths of life, we take . . .

But it’s her memory I can never hate!

I guess I can say, “She was a perfect lover,”

And the times we had under the cover!

 

Then he begins to sing and play:

 

          “There will never be another

          A beauty that was like no other

          Oh, the passion in her eyes . . .

          Hear the Violin – hear its cries

          But it’s this you must know:

          The angels came – she had to go!

          Marilyn Monroe Reese was her name,

          But why God, is it You I must blame?

          Sometimes life can do us wrong,

          That’s why I sing this song alone?”

 

Thomas Theophilus© October 29, 2025