My Mother’s Grit

I took piano lessons for many years,
something my mother never had as a girl
but made sure was possible for me her boy.
Although I learned the notes I preferred to
play by ear, a talent my grandad had as well.
It was magical to hear a song on the radio
then go piece it together from all those keys.
But such a flair can make you proud if not lazy.
I believe my mother knew this, knew the gift
had to be accompanied by a certain strain if
the music was to last beyond my youth. So
while I may have inherited the ear from my
father’s side of the bench it was my mother’s
grit that caused me to grow to play by heart.
 
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3 Comments

  1. Michele Morin on July 2, 2015 at 3:01 am

    Absolutely loved the day my eldest came home, sat down at the piano, and quietly said, “Remember when you said that I’d be glad some day that you made me take piano lessons? Well, you were right.”

  2. Beth Impson on July 2, 2015 at 3:12 am

    Love it!

  3. jodyo70 on July 5, 2015 at 12:46 am

    ”to play by heart.” lovely last line.

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