We fixed our fairy,
sparkling in sequinned gown.
Let there be lights.
Nothing.
Dad tore his few remaining hairs, drove
jehu-like to town.
Returned. Worked, twisting wire with clumsy hands.
Then light there was.
Yet, at Midnight Mass, his fingers
danced across organ keys
swelling our church with glorious sound.
© Gill Dunstan
All rights reserved
sparkling in sequinned gown.
Let there be lights.
Nothing.
Dad tore his few remaining hairs, drove
jehu-like to town.
Returned. Worked, twisting wire with clumsy hands.
Then light there was.
Yet, at Midnight Mass, his fingers
danced across organ keys
swelling our church with glorious sound.
© Gill Dunstan
All rights reserved
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