The Fourth Grade Concert

The fourth grade band was playing But my eyes were there alone Not for flutes or clarinets or drums, Just Henry on trombone. All the music was familiar From the practicing he’d done, So I knew just what was coming Once the concert had begun. He looked confident and happy Sitting up there on the stage As I realized, in his childhood, He has turned another page. What a thrill to watch him growing And I know if I’m around, That wherever music takes him, That’s the place where I’ll be found.