Hungarian Rhapsody

Sounds so sweet, I embraced each melody.

Though barely three, I sighed delightfully.

Each day at dawn, my mother played for me.

Waking me to pure musicality.

Though my Mother departed life early,

she remains alive in my thoughts daily.

She loved life and set goals to reach daily.

Her heart had a metronomic melody,

and Hungarian strength was taught early.

Courage graced her short life delightfully.

With love and her pure musicality,

she revealed each facet of her life to me.

Dreams she achieved were impressive to me.

A concert pianist, practice was daily.

The OG mother of musicality,

winning it all with her sweet melody.

Attaining every goal delightfully,

dreams of three children came true quite early.

At singing, she excelled notably early.

Thank the stars, her voice was bequeathed to me.

Cuisine was devoured delightfully.

Three lunch boxes were packed for school daily.

Each day we came home to a sweet melody,

emboldened by life’s musicality.

Mother lived life with fierce musicality,

leaving a void in us and the world early.

Harkening each Hungarian melody,

a Rhapsody plays forever inside me.

With those memories, I’ll carry on daily.

Her legacy survives delightfully.

Echoing memories chime delightfully.

A Rhapsody of musicality,

reminding us all of her life daily.

Her legacy was forsaken too early.

In my dreams, she lives once again for me,

playing a Hungarian melody.

Delightfully, she was Mother to me.

Waking early to her musicality,

of a daily Hungarian melody.