The Piano Stand

I was sitting at the piano stand, cracking my hands, getting ready to play, when a man walked in, no one knew who, he was, because no one had seen him in a while. He sat in a chair, his hair so blonde and long as could be, my hand touched the piano key, I realized it was my dad not that it was bad, just why was he here, i can't bare to see his face. I stopped playing, I started saying, How mad i am for his fame, He walked out of the school in shame. I wondered why he was famous and what for, He left me and my brothers to be poor, For some other. I can never forgive him, but i'll let him live on in his fame, for i have nothing to shame. For i knew he would not claim, me as a daughter or friend. I moved my hands from the keys on the piano, for i have moved on to another Piano Stand.