Sing me a memory

The first sounds I remembered were the birds singing at sundown.

I must have been three years old. I would go out in the back garden with my parents,under the old oak tree and listen to the flock as they bedded down for the night. I would gently glide down to sleep with the birds singing in my ear.

When my first love ended,I seek solace under the old oak tree that evening and waited for the birds to sing me a lullaby before I drifted off to sleep.

At forty,my marriage ended and I went back to my parents. That night,the sunset chorus of the birds lulled me to sleep as the curtain of the day drawn to a close.

At sixty,my parents passed away. I cried a river as the old oak tree and the singing of the birds comforted me in my sorrow.

I am eighty now and my health is in decline. I live alone in the house;the old oak tree and the birds are my only companion.

I went to bed one evening feeling very feverish,the sweat covered my body,my heart racing as I lay down on the bed.

The last sounds I remembered as I drifted off to sleep, were the birds roosting down at sunset and singing me a memory outside the bedroom window.

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