She’d call me into the parlor

to come and sit by her side

I always knew what she wanted

the joy that came from her pride

Mother alone possessed the keys

caught off-guard by her fingers

Chopsticks, I’d play beside her knees

Still the memory lingers

We sang a song by The Beatles

those insects with many hands

She said The Band had just arrived

they’d come to invade our lands

Music would roll from whence we played

I feigned to sing harmony

We rocked the clock; in time we stayed

The Stones were too old for me!

Uncle Tree

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

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