Tuesday, 14 August 2018


I Hear Music

by deb y felio


The band of miniatures 
is marching down the hall. 
I hear the drummer drumming
cake pans and then the wall,
the woodwinds are blowing
through toilet paper tubes,
and waxed wrapped combs
are the new found flutes.

So proud they are
they march and play
in their own parade

I cherish these moments
and the days
the memories music made.

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