The Piano
The Piano
A triolet
Our Mum in her favourite place: at the piano
She joins him now beneath their tree,
Where roses bloom, midst woodland song,
And brings with her the harmony.
She joins him now beneath their tree,
“Let’s sit, my love. Come be with me.
I’ll play for you the whole night long.”
She joins him now beneath their tree,
Where roses bloom, midst woodland song.
. . .
For Mum, 1926-2022