DAS STANDCHEN     

My hands rested on the keyboard.
The last notes of a beautiful Schubert Song lingered in the air.
The singing lover pleads with his girl, to join him in the garden.
The serenade expresses his yearning and longing for her embrace.
He seems so hard to resist.

Suddenly, my mind leaped to my home in Vienna, where my beloved
Father had often sung this very song to my mother in his beautiful
Tenor.

There was I, a little girl sitting in the background, watching him
With adoring eyes
I had lost him at age fifty-two, when I was only eleven, yet he stayed
Forever in my heart. The sound of a Schubert song will bring his
Image back to me in a Flash.

© Gerta Freeman - March 2, 2013