I would like to be a drummer so I can beat like my heart
and I would like to play the violin so my heart will have strings
and it won't fall apart. If I could play like an Angel, like she plays
the harp but my fingers are to fat and I'll being playing in D Sharp!
Ebony and ivory I would like to keep in touch because the keys
belonged to the Grand Piano that my Mother loved so much.
The piccolo that came with a sweet mellow tune must have been
scared stiff when Daddy played the bassoon.
When my sister joined the band she learned to play the cymbals
but my brother joined a skiffle group and played the washboard
and thimbles.
My Grandfather blew the trumpet and he sounded the call, at one
of the famous battles as he watched his comrades fall.
One of my ancestors was related to Captain Morgan but he
was a true Christian who played the church organ.
I tried to play the recorder and I strung along on guitar but
my tutor said I would not get very far.
I think the music stopped when I was forced to play, so I turned
and said I'll write you poetry any day. I love the sound of music
and to play is a gift but I am gifted with the pen and that caused
a family rift.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-family-rift/
