Poem: That Piece

That Piece

By abbyweyr June 2011

Based on A Coming of Age by Elise Shaw, Chapter 12

First time at Chicago Symphony

Father put me on his lap so

I could watch and hear.

It was captivating, especially

That piece.

Asked for piano lessons

That were denied until

Tried to pick out by ear

That piece.

Years later practicing

Mother called me to get

Our doctor for father.

I was practicing

That piece.

Did not know at the time

That was last Human time

Touched the piano keys and it was

That piece.

A few years later a night out

With Carlisle and Esme

Hear another orchestra

They played

That piece

My worlds collided that night

Past and present and future

Tsunami waves of memories connected to

That piece

Emotions erupted with disastrous results

Pent up and denied for so long

Anger, hurt, loss, and thirst all boiled up

New memory, new loss to connect to

That piece.