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My Aunt’s Piano by J. M. Allen

J. M. Allen | Oct 7th, 2020 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Something that we often did when we visited my aunt,
Was to “play” on her piano -not a real song (as we can’t).
Because we were never taught, we didn’t know any beats.
We couldn’t even read any notes on all her folding sheets.

No reason to avoid the music, it was fun to push the keys.
We tried to make her laugh, with our antics that she sees.
I’d slide my finger down all on of the eighty-eight,
My sister would make sounds that she thought I’d hate.

Pushing down the foot pedals, well that was fun too.
Although we didn’t ever figure out what quite that they do.
We could entertain ourselves for as long as we were left alone.
But finally bursting open the door, was mom to take us home.

Poet Bio

Jon is a 50-year old, who recently started writing a bunch of rhyming poems (the best kind?). He has three kids who are approximate teenagers, and give much inspiration for poetry!

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