MY MAMA PLAYED THE VIOLIN
I can remember when as a child
On one quite simple day
My mother took out her violin
The first I'd heard her play
I didn't even know that
Mama had a violin
Pushed back in her memory
Today perhaps remembering when
She picked up the violin
Out of the old case
And as if by pure magic
Music filled our place
I watched her gently take the bow
And barely touch the strings
It was as though I also heard
A chorus of angels sing
She did not play it many times
But when she did I sighed
And as I sit here remembering
You can bet that I have cried
For Mother's up in Heaven now
She's been there quite a while
The anchor that I held on to
I still can see her smile
I can remember when she'd see
Me come up to her door
I hear her saying in such joy
It's Mary Anne ~ for sure
Mama was not just Mama
She was also my best friend
I wish I'd listened more to her
But I'll see her again
I'll not forget to tell her
How I've missed her every day
A fleeting thought goes thru my head
To call - as if she was not away
I wish I'd spent more time now
Just lingering in her love
But always I know she understood
Even now as she's above
Above the clouds and waiting
More time for us to share
For then we'll have eternity
God has 'forever' there
I sit and remember now
On one quiet simple day
Mama took out her violin
The first I'd heard her play
Perhaps beyond the stars and moon
Beyond the clouds so white
She's playing for the angels now
I wonder if she'll play tonight
My Mama plays the violin .........
September 17, 2006
God's Little Whispers
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This is a repost of a poem I wrote about my mother. I remembered
that I referred to her as my 'anchor' (which was what she was) and
thought this would be a good poem to add to the following ~
Challenge: Anchor In Life
Repost: February 29, 2008
MIDI: NOBODY DOES IT BETTER
By Mary Anne
© 2008 Mary Anne
(All rights reserved)
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