Oh how I loved that song
but why? I’ll never know.
I heard it first over an old brown radio
in Grandma’s tiny kitchen
and it captured my child’s heart.
I remember when
Dad hummed dreary hymns,
long before I knew anything of art.
An old man’s voice
humming unctuous sounding tunes
made gray Sunday afternoons
run twice as slow
as they did on week days.
Easter Bonnet brightened up the gloom,
enlarged the room
and made the darkness go away.
I’m not sure who sang it –
whether it was Judy Garland or Fred Astaire,
all I know I loved it like a love affair
and doted on it.