Coming Back Poem by Perry Campanella

Long time in her depression ~ morning
dear ~ dig deep-down, play from your heart
Mom's words, expression ~ recalling
she suppressed a burning desire, too start

Only then ~ all your skills shall revive,
slowly she ran her bow over six strings
longing her lost dreams ~ arrive
tentatively at first ~ she softly begins

In spite of a deep mental sorrow,
her desire for soothing music ~ once moving
needs to resolve, find closure, for the morrow
ending ~ morning her mothers passing

Mesmerized by her thinking
a moment in time, when time passed
renewing insights, Moms words, thoughts
Visualized ~ rearranged Notes, when pleased,

Resuming, struggling on some long lost tune
suddenly made her cheeks blush,
with smooth rhythm, her song to fine-tune
bow drawn, sounds elusive ~ she wouldn't rush

blossoming rose ~ her keen ear
gentle, her face filled a pinkish red,
sounds of music ~ finally filled the air
perhaps heightened her beauty instead

she magicly played so soothing,
to one's ear, while slowly, then faster
coming back, so confident, she wept trying
bowing her sweet violin absorbed her