Day 637 of the daily poems, this first Sunday of September, will be a busy day for your Editor, but he hopes to see his daughter Megan in the afternoon, and maybe she will make some music …
The girl who found the Lost Chord
Out of the corner of her eye she spies the piano
the digital upright
which sits by the wall
with all the quality and power
of a concert grand.
She wheels herself
across the room until she can reach
the keyboard and press the keys
in their clumps
and tinkle small random notes
when of a sudden,
with a chance nudge
she has hit the sustain button
and a huge resounding chord
swells into her hearing.
As the chord pulses and hangs,
her eyes have rounded
with amazement.
She hears the sound of the angels
and the angels sing to her.
Peter Ualrig Kennedy
from my collection ‘Songs for a Daughter’ Dempsey & Windle 2022