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
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