She Remembers The Predominance Of Music, The Dominant Chords

could it be that we were that small

to view the ascension of angels

through our vue finders

to make of the green leaves a permanent castle

to blow soap bubbles into the sun 

were we that young

to know that we could spend our dimes

on any far flung enterprise

being taken to the school book fairs

and wander happy there for all our lives

or to the circus the popcorn dreaming matiness

or listening to Mozart in our blue room

on our little records, or Beethoven

we heard it with our ABCS

the sunken cathedral of Debussy

or when sudden storms blew up

in the garden: mysterious Music

Or Grandmother's Liszt in the piano studio

where she played like fountains weeping on

the mystical keys

with Grandfather at his ease in the brown recliner

listening listening 

Lord help me remember these, our scenes

my sister and I

our lines

all our lost valentines to You

and to our Mama

the play is long

with few intermissions

except, for the rose scent, evergreen glint 

of Song.

aamary angela douglas 28 february 2021