poetry by Lorraine

The piano trills, mellifluously laughing

Music flows from my fingers

It saturates the air

Till music is spilling out the windows

My wife comes in holding a child

Dress circling her ankles as she dances

Age hasn’t touched her

She still looks so young

Since the day that I met her

That day I fell in love.

60 years later the piano still plays

And now I have a bigger audience

No one is dancing, but they do tap along

Their bodies too old and frail

“My Song Is Love Unknown” I perform

My wife’s favorite

She can barely sing along

Age has caught up with her

She can barely sing along

But she smiles while I play

My piano has gone silent

My heart won’t let me play

The joy I get from its melodious tune

No longer seems appropriate

My wife’s no longer with me

She’s in a better place

But without her, there’s no music

At least there’s not for me

Age finally got the best of her

And now it comes for me

My hands are weary

My heart is sore

Death is knocking at my door

I welcome him in, have a cup of tea

Close my eyes and he takes me

A piano is playing, it’s a song I wrote

Opening my eyes I find my wife

She’s laughing and dancing

She grabs my hand

Age has no place in the Promised Land

By Lorraine;

In loving memory of Don and Wilma