The Sleepy Pianist
He'd practised all day with his Mummy
A tune for his Daddy's delight.
His soft little fingers were aching
From trying to get it just right.
He gave it his full concentration
Determined to master the tune
Expecting that his darling Daddy
Would be coming home very soon.
His Mummy had guided his fingers
He'd felt for each note one by one,
She'd sat by his side and encouraged
Her cheerful, adorable son.
Unable to offer a painting
He offered his own work of art,
For vision had never been granted
And music had lit up his heart.
But Daddy called late from the office
So sorry but he'd been delayed.
And one little boy gave up waiting;
The birthday tune never was played.
'Tell me a story 2' : sponsored by Brenda Chiri
picture 1 - The sleeping child
06/11/18
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018
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