Small Reunion
At the piano, the music chords easily.
The soprano’s voice slides smoothly from her throat
while we others strain until “Dear Heart” syrups our vocal chords
and we slip with less effort up and down the scale–
old friends singing even older songs.
The small dog snuggles in,
balancing on the plush chair back.
The mother of the pianist and the soprano
observes from her frame atop the piano.
All husbands out and about other business.
Old letters reread, old memories pulled from forgetfulness,
each of us left at the end richer–hearts refilled
from a shared past. Every word
a song of its own.
Our notes blending together
into perfect harmony.
Disclaimer: I obviously haven’t mastered the art of taking pictures with my cell phone, so these are terrible, but they do convey a bit of the action and mood, so I’m including them. Unfortunately, I had the camera on video during the entire singing session, so no photos…too bad.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Thanks, this looks and feels like fun. There are times I myself feel like an old song being sung?
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Every word
a song of its own.
What a great line!
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Dearest Judy,
I am reviewing your precious reflections and pictures of our brief reunion once again today with deep appreciation and great joy! You have a true gift for getting to the heart and soul of things.
Thank you my friend!
Sincerely, and with much love always,
Karen
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Karen–You are a part of many fond memories from my early years..Did you ever swim in Johannsen’s dam? I published some pictures yesterday you might identify with.
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