All of you know that LongShortStories is all about fostering the short story form. But I am going to make an exception for an exceptional woman who recently celebrated her 90th birthday. On that exceptional day with this exceptional woman, she gave me two poems that she wrote. I want to share them with you.
Marjorie Hedenberg has never used a computer.
Marjorie Hedenberg is a brilliant classical pianist, organist, and vocalist.
Marjorie Hedenberg, I’m proud to say, is my mom.
The sparkling facets of my Muse
Serve to ignite its tender fuse,
Exploding in a tome of tune
Crescendos reaching to high noon!
And as I work to re-create,
Assimilate, and imitate
The notes left as our legacy,
I enter realms of privacy:
The dreamy depths of rhymthic thought
In soul-inspired cadence caught,
Now surge into my fingertips
Or cascade forth from willing lips.
The music seems from unknown spheres
As it descends upon my ears;
It leaves me limp with humble praise
As it inspires with every phrase.
How blest am I to know the sound,
The harmony of life I’ve found;
Composers may have left our earth,
But I perform in their re-birth.
I am a dreamer
Whose perfect model
Leads me through
On some satisfying thing,
I close my wings.
I am a schemer
Whose dim-lit path
Would conjure up
A misty scene,
All figured with
The thoughts of things
That bear upon my mind.
I’m a redeemer
Those precious notes
In limbo almost lost,
But now preserved
To warm my memory
In timeless rhymthic pulse.
And so my Muse shall never end
As I the lilting tonals tend;
The world may softening solace find
In concords of great music’s mind!