Could I Teach You the Violin
In full chiffon skirts, I sit, waiting impatiently.
Wishing I could be more kind and more willing to wait.
Life passed me by years ago; my tutor is trying.
She has a good heart, but I am hardening mine.
Why should I learn these life skills? I ask her.
Embroidery is for hope chests; I am long in the tooth.
What about the violin? She asked me. Could I teach you that?
I doubt it, I say, feeling sorry for myself. Old and alone.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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