sweetness follows R.E.M

Piano

Poem by Patrick Phillips

Piano

Touched by your goodness, I am like
that grand piano we found one night on Willoughby
that someone had smashed and somehow
heaved through an open window.

And you might think by this I mean I'm broken
or abandoned, or unloved. Truth is, I don't
know exactly what I am, any more
than the wreckage in the alley knows
it's a piano, filling with trash and yellow leaves.

Maybe I'm all that's left of what I was.
But touching me, I know, you are the good
breeze blowing across its rusted strings.

What would you call that feeling when the wood,
even with its cracked harp, starts to sing?

sweet moments

Today my sweet moments were -

My little girl found my hand and squeezed it as we walked through town

The carpet fitter friend smiled at me when i asked how much - just buy me a mars bar

Seeing John's smile when he drove up from work when he saw me

Listening to my new Cold Play songs on my ipod

A friend popping in to offer me some work - a friend thinking of me

My Cerys running out of school and throwing her arms around my neck

Seeing my sister and remembering how much I love her

peeping in my teenage girls room and just seeing her feet as she is perched on her window sill knowing she is yet again engrossed in another book - off on an adventure in her head