MY GRANDMOTHER'S STUDIO, LATE AFTERNOON
every song is a sunrise.
will it set too soon does the singer ever wonder
leaving me here in the gloom or
in an early winter, stranded.
but the tempo must be observed
all the jeweled nuance
once it is learned
once it was, will it always be
dreams the little child, counting to three
or will they hide from me and not be found
when cake days are over.
let us not be banished I said to my almost twin
when the grown up world begins
but stay here by the tea roses
drinking in their dew;
and in the Music Room.
mary angela douglas 23 june 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Every song is like sunrise and this motivates mind. Learning something from the studio of Grandmother is definitely very interesting. The grown up world feels fragrance of roses and dew. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned with emotion and perception...10