Mother was quiet when she was released from the hospital again, till she sat at her piano. As I inched toward her, I studied her fingers sliding over the cool keys, the way she tilted her head, swayed. I studied her, finding courage to hum along. I didn’t think of her as lost, hollow-eyed, with that, please-find-me look. I didn't think of how she’d prayed-prayed to a God that failed her. I didn’t think of anything, but one woman’s voice, and a girl’s rising up. We were reaching for something higher, my mother and me. And we were in tune.
Mary Wallace
4/12/2020 10:47:53 am
Finding each other under trying circumstances. Lovely.
Sivan Pillai
4/12/2020 12:41:02 pm
The mother is so happy with the piano, even when she is not herself. Enjoyed the mother-daughter equation, Anjela.
Dana
4/12/2020 03:03:25 pm
Wow! Such a powerful message with such emotion in such few words! Well done!
Pamela Kennedy
4/12/2020 06:37:28 pm
I truly enjoyed the mother and daughter relationship. It's a lovely story, Angela.
Marjan sierhuis
4/12/2020 07:52:49 pm
Nicely done, Angela.
Sue Clayton
5/12/2020 12:43:02 am
Two spirits rising as one in the joy of music.
Padmini Krishnan
5/12/2020 03:25:32 am
A touching story
David
5/12/2020 09:47:27 pm
There's depth in this story, something hard to achieve in so few words.
Nancy
6/12/2020 12:02:42 pm
Descriptive testimony to a daughter’s anguish & love for her mother
Jeanine
7/12/2020 12:46:36 am
This is awesomeness. Thumbs up! Comments are closed.
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