Grandma's Piano
Arthritic fingers rest gently on keys
Recollecting long ago movements
Across black and white.
Fingers stretch, knobby knuckles crack.
Brain, with tangled ganglia,
Makes fingers move again.
Neuron pathways formed and since forgotten
Light up and dust off some Bach.
For a moment . . .
She remembers who she was.
Chintz curtains filtering sunlight
As she played an old upright in the parlor
Through years of smiles and tears endured
While some Nazi told her to move or to stay.
She can see me . . .
As bumpy fingers depress keys
Eyes glaze
And she is gone again.
Alone
With ganglia which have long betrayed her,
As Bach does now.
Fingers crank into stillness
Until the next time.
All Rights Reserved/Copyright Audrey Howitt 2011
For more, please visit my poetry blog at http://audreyhowittpoetry.blogspot.com
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