Lorna

Notes

You tolerated when I sang

Even smiled

I couldn’t sing a note really

So I dance around the house now

I do that pretty well

More my thing

But since you’re gone

If I’m not crying I am singing

My badly fluted notes take off

Involuntarily skyward to you

Maybe the journey will round them out

Take off those rough edges

And play for you like the harp symphony

They’re trying to be