Piano

Great-grandma Dorothy tapped on the caramel keys.
She played for hours.
Now my sister does the same.

The dark chocolate frame is ingrained with flowers from roses to daisies.
The old golden petals shimmer in the sunlight coming through the window.

Untuned notes she plays.
Sounds as light and delicate as a dove’s feather.
It sits in a ruby red room, Great-grandma Dorothy’s piano.

The piano is special
Passed on and on
From generation to generation.
It reminds me of Great-grandma
I will never forget it.
It is in my soul.