My Piano Man

My Piano Man

Sweet soul music,
Grandpa played on ivory keys,
Was more then just a lullaby,
They were down right groovy tunes.

Dressed in frills and lace,
Black patten shoes upon my feet,
I danced a rap-tap-tap,
As Grandpa played the blues.

We harmonized are music,
Are sync was right on key,
Both searing with a glow,
Are hearts became soul.

Was on rare occasion,
That Grandpa played the keys,
Yet the melody and memory,
Are everlasting-worn in sleeve upon my heart.

CLW
03-11-11
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
A memory distant,yet very close to my heart of my Grandfather playing piano,and me all dressed up,tapping my black patten shoes upon the floor as if thy where tap shoes,dancing away,as I swirled the dress as if I was the Bell of the Ball.
And always the mirthful look he wore upon is face,is one that is forever bedded in my mind and in my heart.

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Comments (2)

niah9
and starliteisbrite...I was transported there too...thanks for the experience....Niahgrin dancing
marikia
I enjoy your poetry very much. It has something special in it, hard to tell exactly what - many things related to form, style, language, and soul in the first place. Those memories of a girl dancing at the piano music are very touching, as I too can't help remembering how it was in my childhood and how great and big, and joyful our family was when we gathered on occasions at our grandparents'. Now there are only remnants of that family and it is far from being as magnificent as it used to be. And I was so happy, the way I've never been since then. Thank you for bringing sweet memories back to me.
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