Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Black And White Keyboard


Whenever I’m at the keyboard
I feel I’m at home.
My fingers have been attracted to it
like bees to a honeycomb.
I started playing when I was four
every kind of song.
And still at age seventy- six
I feel an urge so strong
to play the keyboard every day
and create new harmonies.
My keyboard is the honeycomb.
My fingers are the bees.






Dedicated to my grandson Jackson
who asked me to write a poem about the keyboard.

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 09, 2013

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