The older I get, the more I look back. When Sally was here last week, we went through my over-stuffed music cabinet (made 100 years or so ago by my grandmother’s uncle) which she is to have, along with the piano which went last year. Some special pieces I couldn’t part with. Others will go to the local Music School, and some went back in the drawers.
Tattered, battered music sheets
nostalgia-fest of long ago,
painfully learned lessons,
memories make the tears flow.
melodies course through my head
in jumbled cacophany
as I let my childhood go.