Farah Diba Pastor Poet Rhyme

Tunes From Heaven

In the back of my mind I still hear the mystical sound
Of the mandolin you once played all around
I kept looking around but you could not be found
Hopelessly trying to follow the delightful sound

Dad, you being a musical guy in your day
I’m sure in heaven you found an instrument to play
Being it a harp or a violin
Your magical tune comes through even if you beat on a hollow tin 

You must be sending these tunes from above
With a little bit of help from the god’s of love
These familiar tunes so flawless and grand
I know it’s not just coming from your hand
Eros to your left and Cupid to your right… together you three form the Perfect Love Band!

While the angels behind you would serenade
Slowly and silently your tunes start to fade

Copyright © Farah Diba Pastor

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Kim Rodrigues September 16, 2021 at 5:50 AM A nice tribute to your dad. Mine plays the clarinet. I loved being serenaded with show tunes. He stopped playing, mostly, this year after his triple bypass and the death of my mom. Farah Diba Pastor September 20, 2021 at 8:30 AM hi. thank you! My father could play various instruments, but none of us inherited that skill, but his poetic skills yes. All of the best with your dad!