Contentment In Family Concerto
CONTENTMENT IN FAMILY CONCERTO
Dabbles in music, tooting on clarinet.
His pipe medley alongside a wicker chair.
Dynamically plays broadway tunes,
As
We
Kids
Lean
On
His
Knee.
I can smell the tobacco aroma,
And
See
Smoke
Haloes.
The Hammond organ in the living room,
An instrument assembled by dad,
Produces pleasure though no geniuses.
While dad practices for hours every day,
On his brilliant woodwind descendant,
Masterful in his eighty year old hands,
No audience
Except for an occasional family solo.
Dad’s an enigma,
Deaf to tooting horns,
His own.
6/18/2017 Father’s Day
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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