I fed her sixties pop with her porridge;

seventies rock with roast potatoes

and she thrived on it.

 

Prog rock was only a passing phase,

but Britpop grabbed her, took me

out of my comfort zone.

 

The Christmas keyboard held her for a while,

surpassed my faltering Chopsticks, but then

she outgrew the toy.

 

A proper organ took her to music school

where she heard the Entertainer Rag

and played it by ear.

 

I was in the audience when she played, nervous

but note-perfect on stage at St George’s Hall,

and I sat there entranced.