Poem -
SNAPSHOTS
There are snapshots of us
Judd
Framed in my memory, sight
colour sound, real
As vital to me as the
Air all around
Every one precious, with
an essence of its own
But your guitar boy, and
you...well, that's
The one that I own
You in your colours and
Those whispering strings
Your eyes soft and earnest
Gazed far away, and you
Sat alone there, just
Filling up the day
It extends from you son
Speaks the beauty that you
are, when
Your fingers connect with
That battered old guitar
And the heart in you boy
In the picture I see, the soul
In you son, well
I carry that with me...
Marion Price(2020)
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I Just Had to PIN this one MARION.....I play acoustic guitar almost every day.....I write poetry for my guitar.....It's how I express myself.....through songwriting!!.....So, you see.....I just HAD to PIN this......it's stirred something in me that is beyond compare......I Love how you love your children dear poet sister!!.....you're obviously very proud of them......Such a gorgeous (Tribute?) write for your son.....Lucky lad!!......ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!.....Bravo!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
PS. sorry about the stars ~ they're not working (again) : (
Yes I love them dearly but don't often write of them...I wanted to try to capture something about them...just this once Tony. I can understand your love of guitar...i.love to.hear my son play. The piano.was my love though I don't play anymore....enjoy your music my friend...let your soul fly ...thankyou 🤗🤗
Awwww I love this too Marion u r so talanted my friend ❤️💕❤️
Thankyou as always for your fab comment my friend(.money on its way😆😄) 💖
Teehee u r funny 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣