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 © | Year Posted 2017

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