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Canon in D

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Canon in D begins streaming into my ears. I am in my kitchen, before the divorce, before my babies grew up and left home, before I developed a chronic case of severe depression. I stand barefoot on the pine floor, piano notes rise like fragrant flowers from our basement. I close my eyes and absorb the pleasure the old piano offers. My daughter plays and plays very well. She has natural musical talent; it moves me every time she plays. My heart lifts, and my soul is soothed.

Then I am back in reality; there were no children in the house. I wasn’t even in the house. I sat alone in a coffee shop, listening to songs from a website. Despite my effort to stay composed in public, tears, like little refugees from unbearable circumstances, escaped my eyes, and my heart ached.

Thank you, my daughter and my son, for making my life meaningful and overflowing with good memories.

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Missing Sarah

Please forgive me if I make a typo or two. I’m blogging this from my iPhone. Index finger with a too-long fingernail. Humph. I’m at my daughter’s house. I leave tomorrow, after a mere 2-day visit. I have felt a huge lump in my throat since last night – knowing I must leave my girl soon. She is a new mom, in her late twenties, and melts my heart with her smile. She is that special. My grandson is magnificent, but it’s my own girl I miss most. I hold my arms down -because they want to reach out and hold her – tight – and for a very long time.