I never knew her name and remembrance
of her face has faded from memory
but her kindness still remains steadfast
within the warmth of my beating heart
where upon I still see the upright grand
dusty and in need of repair standing
proudly in the living room of a house
I only encroached drawn by its’ beauty
for she saw I was smitten by its’ presence
and invited me to play for even though
not a lesson had I the music seemed to
pass without pause to my finger tips
as I came to knock each day upon the door
to see the beauty of her smile and knew
that she no longer played but entreated
me to sit once more at the upright grand
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/08/23/mrs-g-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. Please visit her site and read more. The photo below was taken from Morgue File & digitally altered by myself.


ah nice… the magic of music and of a musical instrument… very well captured
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Thank You Claudia. It is a nice memory for me. When my mother realized how much I liked the piano she saved money up for two years to buy a small spinet. That too is a wonderful memory.
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this is fabulous Renee, some people stay forever in our hearts, because of their beauty!
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Thank you Trisha. I believe it is so.
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I’m so touched by your beautiful writing and these dusted memories Renee. Special 😌
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