MUM AND HER GUITAR

Always knew when I would visit my mum 
What was expected and what was to come
Never complained it was such a joy to hear
The sound of mum's guitar so sweet and clear

Mum seemed to know the right notes to play
Her voice angelic to brighten the darkest day
I listened I clapped and I asked her for more
Mum's voice and guitar couldn't be beat for sure

I didn't have a favourite all were so well played 
However as she got older the music began to fade
The memories of mum and her guitar remain 
Forever in my heart and entrapped in my brain