Her song, sung in a sing-song pitch
Musically hemmed with a Giocoso stitch
Chords played Staccato in different keys
Rapid Toccata, stylistically free
As a young boy, she was my first violin
The major key to performing life as it begins
Dancing carefree, rhythmically to her beat
Tunes of the sixties, nostalgically on repeat
The unison of love, my Mother's embrace
In harmony with her finesse and grace
Her crescendoed voice, take heed, and agree,
To a vocal solo, written exclusively for me
Eventually, Rallentando, Poco a Poco
Life’s music ultimately, Lento, Diminuendo
Operatic Aria from the Fat Lady, done
Mother’s future songs remain unsung