Sister's banging on the piano
In the old house by the sea
The wind outside is howling
And the girls are in full swing
Running in their socks
Sliding on the floor
Some are leaping high
Others dancing low
A jitterbugging frenzy
That never seems to slow
Doing the Chopsticks Waltz
The awning outside's flapping
Keeping time with the worn screen door
Mom has driven into town
To do some kind of chore
Grandma's trunk with treasures
Emptied on the rug
Pins and hats from long ago
Colored scarves from Mexico
An orange dress of calico
With feathered boas, quickly donned
Giggles, shrieks and smiles run free
Marshmallow cocoa and sticky treats
Insure the din stays sugar sweet
From the back of the sofa, Tiger yawns
And thumps his tail (not quite with the beat)
Little Egypt's at it again
Watch the magic in her feet
'Those beads go purr-fect with the red high heels!'
'Louder, faster, louder, faster!'
Sister's banging on the piano
In the old house by the sea
The wind outside is howling
As sunlight paints the glee
The girls are in rare form
For once ignoring faults
Each one agrees most affably
She loves the Chopsticks Waltz
© RDBrooks 2014