Her song, sung in a sing-song pitch

Musically hemmed with a Giocoso stitch

Chords played Staccato in different keys

Rapid Toccata, stylistically free  

 

As a young boy, she was my first violin

The major key to performing life as it begins

Dancing carefree, rhythmically to her beat

Tunes of the sixties, nostalgically on repeat

 

The unison of love, my Mother's embrace

In harmony with her finesse and grace

Her crescendoed voice, take heed, and agree, 

To a vocal solo, written exclusively for me

 

Eventually, Rallentando, Poco a Poco

Life’s music ultimately, Lento, Diminuendo 

Operatic Aria from the Fat Lady, done

Mother’s future songs remain unsung