tousled bed-head
sleepy-eyed in
purple pyjamas
last night you wouldn't
do your homework
but this morning
I hear you stumble
down the stairs
to the living room at
seven-thirty -
still dark outside
then the sound
of sweet music
resonating
I rise, peep round
the door, and
there you are,
your music sheet
propped on a chair -
no photograph
no paintbrush could
capture the scene
damp-eyed, I watch you
my granddaughter
note perfect
practising your flute
Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 18, 2011 - 10:18
Hello seashore,
I thought this was such a tender moment, you have
said so much in such a short poem. I think it's
moments like these that make life worth while.
Thankyou for a beautiful read.
Jenny.
seashore | February 18, 2011 - 10:29
Thank you for appreciating this one and letting me know, Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | February 18, 2011 - 11:46
This is lovely, Coral;-) I tried the flute once but was about as good as I was on the violin, which isn't saying much.
You paint the picture so well with your words, who needs a paintbrush?;-)
Tina
camilla | February 18, 2011 - 11:50
Its lovely when one can see a child involving themselves in music. I like purple PJs.
seashore | February 18, 2011 - 11:53
Tina - thanks so much! I couldn't play anything so I'm in awe of those who can. Apparently she (granddaughter) was note perfect at school concert yesterday too - though unfortunately I didn't get to see it. Coral
seashore | February 18, 2011 - 11:54
Thank you very much Camilla - purple is her favourite colour!
RachelPatricia | February 18, 2011 - 12:38
Reminds me of my daughter with her recorder - this is lovely, seashore, thank you for such a beautiful and tender read :)
Rachel xx
seashore | February 18, 2011 - 14:09
Thank you for reading, Rachel. I'm sure your daughter plays the recorder much better than I ever did! Coral x
RachelPatricia | February 18, 2011 - 14:31
It was pretty hard going when she first started and her notes were all over the place, especially during her first-thing-in-the-morning rehearsals when I'd be splashing coffee over my face to wake me up, but now she plays beautifully, cornet too, and has just started the flute. They've got guitars and keyboards and allsorts, my two - I must be bloody mad :0D
It's a truly lovely experience to see your children enjoying expressing themselves through music, however loud and chaotic their tunes may be. Might not be saying that if either of them decides they want to take up the drums, though - I might have to tell them drums are haunted or something ;0)
seashore | February 18, 2011 - 15:36
Not mad at all Rachel - wish I'd been encouraged to play something. If kids are interested then I agree they should have all the chances one can give them. x
Beeme | February 18, 2011 - 23:11
I really enjoyed seashore, a lovely snapshot :]
Beeme xx
seashore | February 18, 2011 - 23:41
Thank you Beeme - glad you enjoyed. xx
fatboy74 | February 19, 2011 - 01:04
Really well captured seashore, different style to normal which suits the subject of the poem really well. :-)
seashore | February 19, 2011 - 10:07
Thanks fatboy - yes, I was experimenting but hadn't a clue whether it worked or not so thank you so much for letting me know it did.
Really appreciate the cherries Eds for same reason.
Geoffrey | February 19, 2011 - 10:35
I wanted to play the piano when I was a kid. I had lessons for some years but got submerged in scales and exercises. I wanted to play boogie woogie and even bought a primer for that, with real music at the back. I eventually took it to my teacher and asked her to play it. She was puzzled for several minutes then saw what it was about and went through it.
Forty years or so later I played it perfectly "with my feet". I'd bought a player piano!
seashore | February 19, 2011 - 11:00
Why don't you write a poem about that Geoff? Or maybe you just have!
SundaysChild | February 20, 2011 - 01:39
Lovely!
seashore | February 20, 2011 - 08:18
Thanks very much, Sundays.