adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Un Aeroplane, a poem

Un Aeroplane

One day, she no longer
understood the piano
but sat staring at the keys,
Satie's Sports et Divertissements
open before her.
All the hours, forgotten,
all the times her hands
had followed the sarcastic
notes. Teins! un aeroplane...
Look up, look up,
before you also
forget me.

Stephen Brooke ©2015

This would be about my late mother and her descent into Alzheimer's, for any who might wonder. She was a very good pianist at one time. 

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