For the first time ever,
he asked her to play
just for him. She began
with Chopin. Stretched
out on the sofa, he
listened to the music.
As her fingers danced
on the keys, fluid and
efficient, gentle and
powerful, tears began
to flow down his cheeks.
That beautiful moment,
when a grandmother
evoked such vulnerability
in her 30+ grandson, that
moment suffused with
exquisite tenderness and
joy, must be held tightly,
an antidote to a world
where violence and meanness
has become the norm.
(This is for my friend Carol, an accomplished pianist and wonderful woman, wife, counselor, friend, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.)
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