Friday, April 18, 2008

Piano Teacher

[I'm busy preparing for a Passover Seder at our house (Sunday night) but I've been thinking about my first piano teacher for days now. It seemed fitting to write a poem about her, since the Totally Optional Prompt this week was A Person.]



Piano Teacher

Her hair was soft grey but her smile was so kind.
Her manner was tender and steady.
She gave to me music from inside her soul,
though her voice was at times somewhat thready.

The ivories were worn and were yellowed a bit,
and a cushion helped pad the old stool.
I remember each street I would walk to her house
when my lesson was set after school.

While waiting my turn on the green davenport,
with the comic books stacked there so neat,
I would eye the glass dish on the table beside me
with its soft peppermints, oh so sweet!

And as sweet as those treats were upon my tongue
the gift of the music was best,
for it came from her heart and was given with love,
and in my heart it came to a rest.

Just as seeds that so lovingly nurtured will grow,
and will blossom and thrive in the world,
she planted in students a musical vine
that eventually thrived and unfurled.




8 comments:

Jo said...

That lsat stanza is so lovely, it really moved me.

Jo said...

That lsat stanza is so lovely, it really moved me.

sister AE said...

Thanks, Jo.

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely to read this, it reminds me of my piano teacher

anthonynorth said...

What a great tribute.

sister AE said...

Thanks, Juliet and anthonynorth. She was a lovely woman who was like another grandmother to me.

Fireblossom said...

I had a friend who was a teracher and he was feeling discouraged, thinking nothing he did really mattered. And I told him, you never know which student you may have really touched, or whose life you may have altered postively. They won't normally ever return to tell you about it, and so, as a teacher, you never get a "report card."

There was a neighbor girl with long dark hair who used to babysit me (yes yes, a thousand years ago) and she could play piano. I recall being impressed by that. And by her long dark hair. S*

sister AE said...

Yes, teachers matter very much. They plant seeds that sometimes take a long time to bloom.