Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Black And White Keyboard - Poem by Edwina Reizer

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.

Comments about Black And White Keyboard by Edwina Reizer

  • Rookie - 397 Points John Brown (12/9/2013 9:50:00 AM)

    A lovely little poem, nicely put together. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 9, 2013

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