A Mind Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Morning brightness magnified by the playing of an
accordion, so happy and light, bringing merriness
to hearts of yore.
Life-altering music, remembered from childhood,
watching Lawrence Welk and his orchestra.
Today, memories are flooding in, accosting my heart
and soul with interior joy and peace, energetically
flowing like a river, causing my heart to flip flop
and jump for joy.
Dancing around in a mind of yesterday, enjoying
tremendously, the beauty and sound of an accordion,
like my Grandpa used to have in the window of his
shoe repair shop in New Jersey.
Actually, there were two of them, I wanted one so
desperately, to learn how to play it, but he wouldn't
part with either of them no matter how many times I
asked him.
Even today, I can still feel the disappointment in
my heart, because of his answer, always.
Accordions sing to my heart, soul and mind, without
reserve to this very day.
A truly great joy in my life, even if I never own
one in this lifetime.