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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 © | Year Posted 2005




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