My Guitar
It's like wearing your heart on your sleeve.
My guitar,
is my own secret language.
When I play I can feel
all my worries
get faded out by
my sweet melodies.
My fingers are those of a guitar player
and I am proud.
The determination that I showed
to learn to play
was new to me.
I've never had the talent to
keep a beat.
But now my heart plays,
not my fingers.
Whenever I feel like
I am just a mother,
I sing my songs to my only
critic,
my daughter.
Playing my guitar is like
food for the soul.
It gives me an edge in my
everyday life.
Some people are rockers,
and others are rollers.
I am a rocker and always will be.
Copyright © Kristy Mcgill | Year Posted 2005
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