A Window Shuts

Written by: Virginia Muller

An intense aroma from Mother's lilac bushes
satiate the air through our open kitchen window
Robins perched on the rusty downspout
falling from our old front porch,
whistling their sound of peek, tut, peek, tut

Melancholy music is perceived faintly
in the very near distance
as my mother's fingers effortlessly
surf the ivory keys of the piano,
decades old and perfectly tuned

Daddy reclines, comfortable
in his easy chiar, listening.  He smokes
cherry blend tobacco in a hand-carved pipe
creating an intithetic, lincering aroma
as he sips his after dinner drink

Too many whisley laden drinks
change the focus of events
as my Father stands up, curses
his dislike of a tune being played

He stumbles, raises an empty
bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey,
throwing it against the wall,
shattering it into small jagged pieces

Quicly, Mother's music ceases,
as the open window slams
shut, breaking the stained glass
that she loved so dearly

Soothing sounds and aromas of flowering
spring bushes no longer hover
but a repugnant smell of tobacco
and hard liquor remain

Sometimes I try and remember
the flowery smells, soft musical sounds -
but abruptly, I hear that colorful window
quickly close

Oh, how rapidly a serene mood is erased,
replaced by one of uneasiness, sadness