"A Brief Homage To Our Lives"

After Thanksgiving dinner 
     and the gradual dispersal of nephews, 
     grandchildren and great-grandchildren, 
     as I, her only present child
     was packing my bag with 
     last minute fits of organization, 
     she sat down at the organ 
     which my father had  loved 
     and played "The Way We Were"
 
     Its sad sentiment for 
     the first time ever broke my heart.  
     And although the inside joke 
     was how dad used to admonish her 
     whenever she hit and errant note, 
     had he been there,
     he would not have found the need. 

          Richard Summers


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