Last Night's Concert

When the pianist played
Brahms,
My blond headed
Granddaughter
Sat next to me
Tapping her fingers
On mine

Her silky peach dress
Matching her skin
Flowed over her
Nine year old frame
Reminding me of the
Pale pink frock with ruffles
I wiped my sweaty hands on
At my piano recital
So many years ago

When Rachmaninoff's notes
Filled the air
I thought the
Russian darkness
Might permeate her soul
But she yawned
Leaned her head
Against her grandfather's shoulder
And fell asleep


                             -Joan Ramseyer