Ode to my Grandfather

Ode to my Grandfather

As a child, alone

in a world of my own

sitting at my grandfather’s piano

making connections with tomorrow

Vivid memories faded

jaded, as aged thirteen my

musical journey

was brought to an abrupt end

The passage of time

doesn’t stand still

only life’s reality

of continued disruptions filter through

Now the year is 2009

and I recall those vivid memories

as I sit at my piano

in my own studio

This time with guidance

this time my musical journey

and this ‘new’ beginning

has no abrupt end

And I settle comfortably in

and although I will always dream

of what might have been

then; I know my journey now

The keys are mine for the taking;

music is mine for the making.

© Nicole Moore 2009

Youthful Dreams - a poem

Youthful dreams

Youthful dreams

of a knight in shining armour

were short-lived,

as soon as I showed up in

the world of young men,

Whose smiles seemed to

mean a different scene

to the one played out in my head,

where I'd tell myself

he must like you.

“What's your name?”

Would be quickly followed by

“Where do you live; do you live on your own?”

My air of independence

oozing out of every pore.

His game became apparent

as irritation slipped through

“One kiss just won't do” he'd say

when a loving kiss was

all I needed, wanted.

I withdrew a little

and guarded I tried something new.

My love search became an afterthought;

first came affection

followed by sexual connections.

Occasionally love surprised me,

surfacing when he wanted more

and I felt a kind of light-heartedness,

laughter set in,

a self consciousness would capture us

And then as we grew familiar

we would take each other

for granted; jealousy would

creep in and rattle our world.

Trusting became the new challenge.

Love, fun, faded.

©Nicole Moore 2012