The Flute Lesson

I think a flute
Will make me cry
When my mother
Is gone...

Through the years
The sound was ‘home’
Now when I hear it,
She comes to mind,
Always such beauty,
So rare to find...

How lucky I was
To live and learn
From this artist’s soul,
From her I discern;
Her gifts are many,
My heart is full.

When we are young
We never quite see
The lesson in front of us ~
It’s not until later,
When we look back,
The meaning is clear.

When I return,
My mother I’ll find,
And hold her so tightly,
For my soul to bind,
With my teacher,
My mentor, my guide.