Old and wrinkled with veins that show through
My grandmother’s hands with the little fingers bent at the knuckles
Place themselves above the stripes of black and white
And sink deep down into the keys
A sweet melody flows
Engulfing my ears and soothing my soul.
My grandmother’s hands with the little fingers bent at the knuckles
Place themselves above the stripes of black and white
And sink deep down into the keys
A sweet melody flows
Engulfing my ears and soothing my soul.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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