My Mother played the piano
I always wished I could
But
My fingers were never disciplined enough
To work side by side
With each other

I listened to her
Chopin
And whenever I hear him
Again, I am back in my
Teenager's room
Listening

Before dinner
She would play and
Mix sound with the scents
Of that evening's meal
A filling combination
And I would draw

We fought like dogs in a pen
She and I
Strong willed, growling
We guarded territories
And postured as old and young dogs
Do

But at night
After the drama of a
Regular
Family
Day
She played
And I listened
In harmony

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