A connection

• Hannah Stevens, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2006

I love to sit on the old wooden stool,
Where my great grandma once sat,
The stool’s cushion is gone and another sits instead,
It is special to me.

I place my fingers on the keyboard,
And run them up and down the keys,
A beautiful sound fills the air,
It is special to me.

I play some of my favourite pieces,
This was a song my great grandma loved
Though the notes are sometimes muffled
It is special to me.

I feel a sense of joy inside me,
And want to keep on playing
I love the feeling of playing the piano,
It is so special to me.


By: Hannah Stevens
Age: 12