Black on Glass

She stares at herself
one more time.
As a wife, the perfect wife.
A mother, the perfect mother.
She traces the lines
on the glass.
Fingertip.

Lovely, they used to say.
You have such lovely hands.
Piano hands....
Do you play?
No, she would smile.
And blush...and her heart would leap.
Because she always wanted to.
Thought she could.

Scrimped.
Saved.
Impossible.

A tiny Baldwin upright.
Simple. Lovely.
But.....

The kids
the chores
make dinner
did I pack the lunches?
PTA meetings, Hebrew Lessons.
Honey's in a bad mood again..........


SIGH


Maybe Jill can learn and teach her mama.

Time flew away in a haze.....

Dances and dates and proms and promotions and crazyboyfriends and honor roll and cutting class and
Honey's in a bad mood again..............
That Secretary
The Beautiful Blond one

Tina----

STOP!

Don't think about it.
Just do the dishes.
Move.
Forget.
Listen to Jilly play
the New Baby Grand her Daddy bought her
Listen.

Just Listen.

She says goodbye to the woman in the mirror.
Hangs the Black Cloth over the glass.

Passes Honey's coffin with out a glance.

On her way to Jilly's........

NO!

On the way to HER Baby Grand
A woman
An imperfect woman.

Lovely.

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