Aged hands reach out
And rest atop mine
Let me show you
Let me remind you how it goes
For once long ago
There was a song
Let me try to remember
Our hands press down in unison
Upon the ebony and ivory keys
A song that was once lost
Is found again
Once forgotten
But now taught
She teaches
And I learn
Much more than just a song
A lifestyle choice
To live
And breath
And love
And be
The one I was created to be
I grow up
She grows old
We rarely see each other anymore
She often forgets my name
I forget to cherish her
While she is here
She has taught me
Loved me
Shown me who I am
And now I remember
Days go by
Years roll on
Nana doesn't remember anymore
She can't live on her own
She cannot play
The way she used to
Her days are getting short
It's time for her to move on
Young hands reach out
And rest atop hers
Let me show you
Let me remind you how it goes
For once long ago
There was a song
Let me help you remember
Our hands press down in unison
Upon the ebony and ivory keys
A song that was once lost
Is found again
Once forgotten
But now remembered
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