I never knew my father
He died before I was old enough to
have too many memories
but, my mother told me he could
play a piano accordian like an expert.
Although he’d never been taught
he learned to play by ear
and, just as an elephant never forgets
neither did he.
He’d pick it up and music would
soon flow as he’d squeeze it
and, like a woman being played
would make those bellows sing.
*My father died at aged 27. I was two and a half.
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