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Author Name: Freewritelady 3 Comments
Date Added: February 12, 2006 09:02:07 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I Left Them Playing

Between the chords, between the strings,
I see their faces, intently focused, on their music.

Watched their fingers seeking the notes,
calloused fingertips from practices long,
years of love slide up and down the necks.
No sheet music, the playing comes from much deeper;
anything you want to hear, from Chinatown,
to Blue Kentucky Waltz, they know it.
My Dad and Uncle, cousin and sister,
handing down an affair or musical love.
I think back on how many times I have heard them play,
and all the reunions and family ties
that are bound up with these notes.
Time came to be late, and I had to leave.
I tried so hard to make it all soak in,
to keep this alive, forever,
this visual, auditory tribute to the dreams of two men,
who so love their music. 
With one last look at them sitting on stools,
I left them playing.

Author's Notes:
I was at my sister Ronda's house last night, and my Dad and Uncle Charlie, along with my cousin Theresa and sister Ronda all got out their guitars and played for us. I have so many memories of Dad and my Uncle Charlie playing, and trust me, they have skills! My Uncle used to go down to Nashville every year to play with folks like Chet Atkins, and many other more well known artists of the day. For awhile, when I was small, Dad was a drummer in a band, but is more often seen sitting in the livingroom with one of his new the new one he was playing last night.  They have worked years at it, and have passed their love for music on. Really beautiful...and what a priviledge.
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Comment By: FreeGlata on February 13, 2006 02:09:40 PM Report
I always adore times like this...and it's the hardest thing in the world for me to leave when there's something like this going on! Wish I could have been there with ya, sis...I really miss ya...
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on February 13, 2006 02:58:56 AM Report
What a great experience.. I too, come from a musical family..Music is the closest thing to magic we humans are capable of...Great write, Barb...len
Comment By: Freetom on February 13, 2006 01:47:35 AM Report
this is a beautiful memory of days when the family would sit around and play music and sing a great time in life. great write Barbie I love it
hugs kisses


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