Mom and Me and Chopin

Mom and Me and Chopin      Dec 30, 2017  

Last night, 

As I lay in bed

About to sleep

I was a child again

Sharing the room with my brother

Reading, under the covers with a flashlight I hid

When the Chopin filtered in

From the living room,

Down the narrow hallway

To our bedroom door

Across the room 

To my ears.

My mother was playing again.

Dad was out making house calls

Bootsie was probably at Mom’s feet

Next to the pedals,

The notes, the trills, the flow - 

Her touch -

Were here - with me - now -

As my eight year old self

Turned off the flashlight 

Closed the book and listened.

Then It was over. 

The Prelude was finished.

I turned off WQXR.

But she was still there

Beyond the hallway,

 in the living room

Playing.