Learning the Organ
Oh, if only! I thought one
day,
a church organ I could play.
This idea throbbed in my
head,
had me toss and turnabout in
bed.
So, music lessons for two
years,
soon help me overcome my
fears.
Volunteered at church at last
to play,
background, then singing one
day.
For five years, I enjoyed
myself,
until retirement put me on
the shelf.
Now, I sit and reminisce
about the way,
I said, “Oh, if only!”
and learned to play.
Alice Couch is a retired
nurse’s aide who spends her days playing with her dogs, Nibby and Squeakie,
while writing poetry for her three children, four grandchildren, seven
great-grandchildren, and four great great-grandchildren. One of her stories published in Living
with Children. She studied yoga and Buddhism and has a gift for blending
the rational approach of the Western mind with the deep spiritual wisdom of the
east in her poetry. She was named Noblesville’s Senior Poet Laureate in 2012.
Dear Alice
ReplyDeleteYour poem resonates with me as I think the organ well-played is a beautiful door that opens praise to God.
Very nice poem.