Hi, Mom, I see Dad
has taken up the violin
again. It always amazed
me that those rough
and greasy mechanic’s
hands could ever make
music. But you knew
how magical he was.
It’s so nice to see you
young again and swaying
to the strains of the ocean
waltzing out of the violin.
Never look back, Mom.
We’re all doing fine here.
Open those wings and blend
into the gossamer forever
with your violin player
scattering confetti notes
around you until you both
become a whirlwind of one.
Love,
Linda
15 comments:
That's just lovely. Your parents would be proud.
I agree... a beautiful and thoughtful tribute to the hereafter.
Thank you for this one. It brings back memories of my parents. My father would start singing and Mom would harmonize. That's how we traveled. Wonderful tribute,
Elizabeth
Beautiful and profound.
Delightful. A great take on the prompt.
Sounds like you have a similar way of approaching poems as William Carlos Williams.
nicely written Linda....thanks for sharing this
Love the originality of it - and found it strangely moving. Well done.
This is refreshing. I love the way you give human life to the cello and such vivid details of the couple. Good job.
what a precious piece for your parents.
they must be proud of you.
Cheers.
WONDERFUL TRIBUTE!
This is so beautiful...
jingling chains
If I were to write a poem for this visual, I'd make it about the wind playing the violin.
superb.
What a thrill to land on your amazing poetry land.
Cheers.
Come sharing your poetry with us today,
First time participants are welcome sharing 1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.
Blessings.
Hope to see you linked in.
Happy Tuesday!
Hugs.
xoxox
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