Violin
Its sound brings back memories,
Memories of days back,
It was her mother's favourite,
It chauffeured her to another realm.
The hymns resonated with her,
They were composed by her mother,
Her mother could commune with nature,
She could dance with the stars.
She plays not only in church,
She sits on the porch at twilight,
She sings some old songs,
Songs that talk about humanity’s wrongs.
Tears stream down her eyes,
Life has thrown its dice,
Snatched her mother away,
The violin is her forever keepsake.
April 20, 2023.
Writing Challenge - 'V' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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