The Gift of a Violin
He gave her the gift of music
The violin, his greatest treasure
Grandpa once played it with joy
Now hers to find its sweet pleasure
She slowly started to learn the way
To make the strings begin to sing
Hours of practice a pure delight
Until the storied notes took wing
Born into a life barren of comfort
That one gift changed everything
Music lifted a soul that mourned
The comfort that beauty can bring…
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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