Day 13: Piano

“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

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