I used to have my piano lessons, looking at the photo of a soldier in uniform. My teacher was called Evelyn Rennison. She lived on Pullan Avenue, Eccleshill, Bradford, WestYorkshire. This is for remembrance day.
T H E P H O T O O N T H E W A L L
I’m haunted by a photo on the wall
A soldier in a uniform looks down
I wondered: “Should I know this man at all?”
So handsome in his uniform of brown
Tchaikowsky playing, ballet music soothes
Dear Evelyn counting, melodies inspire
A Chopin prelude, my poor heart it moves (Opus 28, No.4, in E Minor)
Her hero, Ludwig, really lights our “fire” (Beethoven, of course!)
The years have passed, return to Eccleshill
Dear Evelyn dying, talks about her life
‘Was married ‘fore World War, I feel a chill
She taught her music, ‘was a lonely wife?
Man perished far from piano lesson room
This photo now adorns Dear Evelyn’s tomb.