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” Dedicated to a teacher,
who loves music.”
Yu/stan/kema
A SONG FOR MOTHER.
The boy entered
His Mother’s bedroom,
To watch her fall asleep.
It was for the very last time.
He softly started to weep.
Her face was a pale-yellow.
Her eyes were filled with pain.
He remembered
Her full of laughter.
She would dance
With him in the rain.
She would talk to him
So sweetly,
In the old, red rocking chair.
She’d hold him close to her,
And leave a kiss in his hair.
She’d sing to him
In the moonlight;
Pointed with him,
At the stars;
She’d label the sounds
Of the night; and
Catch lightning bugs
In a jar.
She taught him
How to love music,
How to play
An old violin.
They both would
Travel towards heaven
On the notes
They held within.
He could see now
She was weakening.
She pointed
At the closet door.
He ran to get
The instrument,
That she was
Looking for.
He cradled the violin,
And felt his fingers fly,
As he played with all his soul,
Brahm’s Lullaby.
Her face was filled with joy
As her soul started to rise.
She was proud of his music
As she entered paradise.
When he put away the score,
He thought he heard her say:
“When you hold your violin,
I’ll be with you, as you play.”
Yu/stan/kema
That’s so sweet!
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