POEM: 

PLAYING DIFFERENT NOTES

The mother sits there
on the edge of her seat,
her daughter’s first piano concert,
both mimicking each other,
all twenty fingers in concert,
playing each note together.

The father sits there
on the edge of his seat,
his son’s first Little League game,
both mimicking each other,
all four hands in concert,
making each catch together.

The grandparents sit there
way back in their seats,
their grandson’s first piano concert,
their granddaughters first game at shortstop,
smiling at their children
on the edge of their seats.

© Andrew Costello 2007