With gentle hands
On ivory keys
She plays her songs
So beautifully
Only God's voice
Could be a more
Comforting sound
To her four children
Who gathered round
Happy and sad
And songs in between
The music she shared
Heartened us when
Times were lean
We awoke each morning
And fell asleep each night
Hearing the lovely
Music being played
With such delight
The ivories were wet
When her parents died
By the tears that
Fell as she cried
The hymns she played
To ease her grief
Seemed at times her only relief
For god took them both
Only six months apart
Then used the piano
To heal her broken heart
Her music and love
Are bound together
Almost as though they
Will be around forever
Subtle and quiet and so
Often taken for granted
Yet still nurturing
The four seeds
That she's planted
A true blessing
From up above
God granted us the
Experience of a
Mother's greatest love
Played so bravely
Yet sang so tenderly
It is the sweet music of
Our mother's melody.