I’m praying that planet

Heaven is alot bigger

Than Planet earth

And my sister is not

In a waiting room…

I also hope they need an

Organist because she

Was the best…

Her feet would move

The wooden peddels

Underneath as fast

As her fingers would

Play the 3 and 4 levels

Of the organ

At Sacred Heart Church…

I had a birds eye view

Since I would sit in the

Balcony after school

As she practiced…

In 2nd grade I became

Part of the choir

And sang As she played

For the next 5 years…

For most of the time

I remember her stawberry

blonde sausage curls

Bounce and sway to

The loud and majestical

Music she performed

Under a little caplet veil

Bobbie pinned to her hair

As the head had to be covered

In church in those days…

She was a stickler for rules

And would put a piece of

Kleenex under my headband

In compliance..

On the way home from

Practice we would stop

At the convent that sat

A few blocks over from the

Church and a few blocks down

From our house to get any

Last instructions from

Sister Charles on any new

Music for weekend masses…

Sister always had new sheet

Music for Margy as sister

Liked to call her

And Maury would always

Sit down at Sister’s baby grand

And play the new song

Then she would take it

Home and memorize

It before bedtime…

Our grandpa was an Irish

Tenor and would sing as she

Played and then he would finish

Supper dishes so she could

Keep playing…

She never seemed to

Tire of playing…

I used to go to sleep

To her music and then

Wake to it if she had a

Recital that day…

She always had recitals

We traveled all over the

Diocese on the weekends

With a penguin or two

In the back seat with Maury…

Billy played too but never

Loved it like she did…

I did too but my passion

Just didn’t like the discipline…