Pride of Place - My Mother's Piano
Pride of Place - My Mother's Piano
My mother’s hands on ivory keys wove enchanted runes
Then flew across the keyboard in musical monsoons
Notes of black and white in song serenades communed
She coaxed the claviature to plaintive and musical cartoons.
Eighty-eight keys remember days of Claire de Lune,
Sonatas lyrical shimmers recall enchantments of the moon,
Bewitching notes that bloomed in l’apres midi afternoons
Reminisce now that her treasured piano graces my front room.
2-7-22
Contest: Pride of Place
Sponsor: Julie Ward
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2022
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