A Beautiful Black Man

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 28 Nov 2018
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sang a song and painfully

played his piano for me.

Savagely deformed fingers

moved as a baby’s lullaby

tickling across the keys

in an arthritic dance for me.

Concerned for him was I

a caseworker on an annual visit

govt business and such. At

the end of his soulful rendition

a hug for the sake of humanity,

 

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

This poem is to honour a former Social Service client on Disability who had a horrific rheumatic arthritic condition regarding fingers on both hands. We had a great visit as he recalled  many years of piano playing and singing in various areas of Toronto.  He was tickled pink when I asked him to play for me. But after one song he was too strained to continue. These were the kinds of interactions that prompted me to continue for 22 years in a large variety of positions in social services, all across Ontario. 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

I'm a sucker for good music. this fit the bill, Richard.

Rich

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you Richard, for your kind comment. May this Christmas period be filled with excellent muses for you.  . 

Richard L. Provencher