Poetry: Piano Practice


Gwen Sketch at Organ-full

Piano Practice

by June Nash

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Mommy, why must I stay?

Must I the piano play?

My friends are all outside

Running, laughing, so gay

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Mommy, was this your dream?

Through me, you live, it would seem

For you I will abide

I work hard to see you beam

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Mommy, why must I stay?

Must sit at keys and play?

My feelings they collide

For it’s such a sunny day

This is my second poem, written for the painting of my granddaughter sitting at a piano.   I haven’t had a chance to get any more work done on the painting last week.  Too busy with what life throws my way. I have it, not quite completed but close, hanging, unframed, on my living room wall.  I enjoy looking at it, it inspires me to make some time to finish it. 

The photo shown is the original photograph that the painting was created from.  It is an organ, not a piano, but I am taking advantage of my poetic license.