Poem, The Makings of a Memory

Classic notes on the piano,

The rumble of the furnace,

Background steady beat.

Music lessons propel

My daughter’s fingers.

Outside above the city skyline

The full moon takes a bow,

The bright disc shape looks down

As clouds provide curtain calls.

Meanwhile notes fill the air

And my heart fills with warmth

Another memory being made.

©Rick Wyman 11/16/24

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