| Romance Poetry posted February 20, 2011 |
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They can never take the music...
The Piano
by fionageorge
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This is a story about a young couple Ordinary in so many ways They fell in love, courted and wed In those difficult war-torn days They shared a love of Jesus And a belief in the afterlife Both were young and innocent Content to be husband and wife Along came a beautiful baby girl A year later they had another one Then only eighteen months after that They were blessed with their first son Money was hard to come by They were poor as poor could be He worked hard, took a second job To provide for his family They did have an old piano She'd had since she was young Each night she played her music And their favourite songs they sung They struggled to put food on the table Due to war food was in short supply They'd go without for their children Couldn't bear to hear them cry To forget about their own hunger She played his favourite song Though their bodies grew weak and weary Their love remained deep and strong One night when she had gone to bed He softly closed the door The next morning when she awoke The piano was there no more He looked at her with sorrow His eyes bleary; he hadn't slept A large bag of potatoes stood Where once the piano was kept She fell into his open arms Thought her heart would surely break He gently kissed her forehead and said It's a sacrifice we had to make The war has robbed us of many things But we've always had each other Our children truly are blessed, my dear To still have a father and mother To date God has kept our family safe And I hope that's how it will stay So many others have lost so much more It's for those that we must pray Now dance with me, my beautiful wife We don't need a piano to play The music we love is within our hearts No-one can ever take that away  |
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In this contest you are challenged to write a poem that tells a story and also rhymes.
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This is based on my mother telling us about her beloved piano, and Papa swapping it for a bag of potatoes to feed his family. Not long after, the war ended. We never did have another piano, but we always had a house filled with music, love and laughter. We sang and danced, no matter what the occasion. No-one ever took the music from my parents, it was in their souls, it was part of them, and us. I still love music, and as a family, so many years later, and long after the death of our beautiful mother, we will always sing together.
Thank you so much, lorac1, for the use of your artwork entitled, 'You selected Wright Bros Piano', which is just perfect for this poem.
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Australian English
Limited punctuation
No particular rhyme scheme
This is based on my mother telling us about her beloved piano, and Papa swapping it for a bag of potatoes to feed his family. Not long after, the war ended. We never did have another piano, but we always had a house filled with music, love and laughter. We sang and danced, no matter what the occasion. No-one ever took the music from my parents, it was in their souls, it was part of them, and us. I still love music, and as a family, so many years later, and long after the death of our beautiful mother, we will always sing together.
Thank you so much, lorac1, for the use of your artwork entitled, 'You selected Wright Bros Piano', which is just perfect for this poem.
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