Merrily We Roll Along

lined up tall to small — tailored suit on middle child. Brady Bunch dress on sisters. the Hammond organ, put together by our dad — the masterpiece behind us. my mind’s eye opens the bench, practice chart on keys, wiggle of toes and fingers. i flip old pages with eyes closed. I see the song: Merrily We Roll Along we’re only self-taught. the silly keys and chords squawk. how i long to touch the past! i’d find room for you, with each grandchild cheering you, near the sunlit window panes. the Hammond organ built by your great-grandfather — the masterpiece behind you. lined up tall to small, i’d bless your fingers and toes and let you find your own song. 4/30/2019