Hearing Brahms’ lullaby
wraps moms’ voice
around my shoulders;
her cozy caress, once again!

Memory-visions of her
statuesque, dignity on stage;
bring, ‘Down the house’ recall;
past applause and a tear!

And, Oh, her
sweet banana puddin’
hot over vanilla wafers
moms’ fragrance in the kitchen
lovin’ us at home.

And, ‘when on the road’
those tender-scented notes;
penmanship touching hearts,
longing for her return!


Jon Von Erb
5/2020