Poetry by Cher-Such is Life

Such is Life (Poetry by Cher)

To my children, Nate, Ellie, Stevie

Such is Life, that is to be

How we live, it, you and me

To be kind and happy , is how it should go

To help one another and all join the show

Such is Life, that we struggle in vain

Everyday we see such horrible things

All around us is hate, greed and pain

Why does this world prey on such things

Such is Life, that we don't often see

How really wonderful it could be

Just to open our eyes, to seize the day

To enjoy the miracle of life in our wake

Such is Life, that if we don't stop

All the fighting,killings,guns that go pop

We may not be one day, how sad that would be

To lose this wonderous world full of glee

Such is Life, that to live is the greatest gift of all

Let's get together, don't drop the ball

Peace to our children and theirs one and all.

Cheryl L. Edwards Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L. Edwards

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The Vent & the Piano By Cher a short story

The Vent & the Piano By Cher a short story

As a young girl many of my fondest memories were centered around my mothers piano. It was a Heintzman upright piano, very large both in stature and sound. In the house we lived, the piano was kept in a dining room which was converted into a music room because we didn't have a dining room furniture. The music room was directly below my Mother's bedroom, the bedroom and the music room were also connected by a vent which heated both rooms at the same time. The cover on the vent in my mother's room was made of gold painted cast iron, with big holes in it to let the heat flow and made it perfect for looking through.

My Mother was quite an accomplished pianist and my brother and I loved to listen to her play. She played everything from Bach to Ragtime, and all of it was music to our ears. We would sit beside her and sing along with familiar songs, and we would try to play, ourselves, after Mom was done. Most of the time we were just "pounding" as my Mother would have called it, but after time & practice we learned to play songs that actually sounded like songs.

As in every family i'm sure, bedtime had to come sooner or later and my brother and I would go upstairs and lay there in our beds, waiting to hear the creek of the piano bench as my Mother would sit down to play her evening winding down music. Slowly we would climb out of our beds, crawl towards the vent in Mom's room, because walking would tip her off that we were awake, and then lay down on the floor in just the perfect position to get a a good view of where my Mother was, then listen. I remember how loud or how soft a certain song would be played, or how much emotion she poured into a piece, and to hear that same song today brings a warm feeling to my heart. We would listen for hours to the awesome music that filtered up through the vent to comfort us until she stopped. We would then sneak back to our beds and dream of the music that filled our souls on those evenings.

Today the piano sits in my makeshift music room, which has a connecting vent that leads up into my bedroom. My children's bedrooms surround mine and sometimes when they are in bed, I play like she did so many years ago. I'm not as accomplished as she, but I do enjoy the quiet time, and I now know how very relaxing it its to play as much as it was to listen.

Every now and then I hear the floor upstairs creaking while I play, and I wonder how many little eyes are peering at me, who should be in their beds, but I don't stop.......I wouldn't dare stop!

Written by Cheryl Edwards June 2009
Copy rite @2009 Cheryl Edwards

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