As you may remember from a post last month, I talked about a music room addition to our home that was built when I was in high school. Here’s a poem I wrote about this room that appears in my collection, How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver. You can click on the Play button below to hear me read it.
The Music Room
After one crew removed the old room,
another poured cement, created a floor, walls, windows, roof.
Carpeting was laid.
The piano, drum set, and stereo were installed.
A love seat and Franklin stove were purchased.
For years, we played together in that room,
me on piano, my brother on drums.
We eventually went our separate ways–
the house was sold–
we still remember.
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