Today would have been my parents anniversary. My mother always enjoyed special days. She put forth a great deal of effort to make then happy.
Mom, I just want you to know that I think of you every day. Please save me a seat in that jazz club in heaven. I want to be there listening to you play "Stardust" on the piano. I miss you so much, but I know that you are so very happy there with grandma and auntie Dot. Thanks for watching over me and being by my side when I am lonely. This is for you, Mom.
Stardust Again
The haunting ballad of a life's long cycle
was playing "Stardust" by Hoagy Carmichael.
The nimble fingers o'er the piano keys
create your film noire with grace and with ease.
That cryptic ditty touched your vibrant soul
reflecting moments regret took its toll.
A salve that eased the days that passed
Brought the hope the doldrums wouldn't last.
While gazing at the crescent slice of the moon
at 3:00 am, resounding brightly in tune
illuminated stars in concert so rare
I just knew that you were smiling right there.
The left hand of that meteoric beat.
a signature stride bounce that you'd repeat
led to that pearly sound, so pure and clear
and just think, you played that all by ear.
Long before karioke's synthetic refrain
you sang at parties with "Take The 'A' Train."
But when the night would finally end
your fervent encore was "Stardust" again.
Was it those lyrics that had captured your heart?
With humor, a wink you polished your art.
The jazz in my life was what you had shared
The sharps and the flats were mystically paired.
The new gig is now in Gabriel's Cafe
with sounds of the music, I kneel down to pray.
Oh what an heirloom you left as my trust,
your rendition of Carmichael's "Stardust."
Dedicated to my mother
Lois C. Williams
Barbara Lois Fullard © 2005
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