Inside the cozy parlor couch awaited,
The piano lesson quietly contemplated . . .
while others took their piano lesson.
The large mantle clock ticked the time away,
As if an ancient rhythm to play . . .
during the piano lesson.
Coffee table spread with National Geographic and Ideal magazines,
Spoke of a kinder, gentler time so serene . . .
at the piano lesson.
Teacher’s gray hair coiffed in a Gibson girl look,
Prim and proper was her look . . .
as she gave the piano lesson.
She sat in her side chair, pointer in hand,
As she listened to your lesson , pointing to the music stand . . .
during the piano lesson.
Soft spoken, encouraging words to all her students were spoken,
Advice on discipline was an extra token . . .
at the piano lesson.
Seasons came and seasons went,
As my youth was spent . . .
at the piano lesson.
I will never forget her face or kindly ways,
The appreciation for classical music she taught me has withstood years and days . . .
a result of the piano lesson.
© By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)
