“Play what you wrote, mummy!”
I start to play
Falter to a stop by chord eight
Phrases like ghosts
At the edge of memory
Who are you to tell me what to do
It’s my life
It’s my life
Teenage angst still there,
Sparked by music
Taken back in time to the days when
I was stuck inside my burgeoning body
Nowhere to put those emotions
But into the music
Kindly let me grow up wanting
My own thing
Middlest child sits
Finally
At the keys and learns with a concentration
She rarely shows
Let the music lessons begin
And let her be held by it
Forever
Nwyfre 