See, smell, hold it, feel it, Strum it, remember. I see you siting on the couch in the family room. We are playing and signing together.
These are some of my happiest memories of you This guitar, with it's four strings With a rattling inside Turning it from front to back Back to front again and again This 1938 Martin Tenor Guitar My father held and played for hours Weddings, family gatherings, holidays And just because it was a Monday. A family home for the evening - singing. I was always the last one to leave. "Play me another song, dad. Please!"
Rattling rattle, what's inside? Turning, shaking Reaching for the sound Deep inside with my fingers There it is! Got it! What is it?
Look at this! It's my dad's guitar pick! A picture of a palm tree and "Fender Heavy" Stamped into an old plastic pick Tucked into this Tenor Guitar for safe keeping.
Tears swelling to overflowing Spilling from my eyes I hear him picking, singing It is so soothing.
To His little girl's delight Turning the guitar face side up placing my left hand on the neck Feeling, ******* the cords he taught me Going through each one of them One by one.
I loved this time with my father. There are times I really miss him. He passed in 2003. These memories keep him strong within the love of my heart.