Forgiveness

I wondered what she was about to do this image slowly hardened like cement she sat erect upon the wooden stool I gazed as if she were a monument she placed her hands on the piano keys a melody declared yes she could play my daughter beckoned, "again 'nanna please" mother smiled then continued to amaze a bit of rust did show, but did not last her Amazing Grace made us sing along she played gospel with flair the die was cast this well-kept secret erupted in song though sad for not hearing her play before I silenced my grief then begged her for more