KARMA

Listening to the 78's tucked away in a drawer
No one 'cept me seemed to fancy those songs and that scratchy sound
I figure I'm the reincarnation of my grandfather McFarland
I figure every time I went to visit grandma's house I was stepping

into the past
a past that I was no longer part of and hence the reason for not


really enjoying being there a young boy / ghost of my grandfather
visiting the house where my memories are no longer remembered
my tools in the basement remnants of a life incomplete
my children grown, my daughter my mother
the piano used to sit next to the door of the kitchen
I keep telling my mother I remember the piano sitting there
I can see the piano there
I play in the pear tree which I must have planted back in the forties
and I love walking around the garden, especially to see the crop


of sweetpeas
each year
reminders of the life I had here before this one
The piano is stuck in my mind and it is always sitting there next


to the door of the kitchen
Mom doesn't understand. But, she is my child and so fragile


and young. She couldn't know.

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