Great-Great Uncle Tchaikovsky's Dna Poem by Victoria Gauci

Great-Great Uncle Tchaikovsky's Dna



He walks so handsome, tall and lean,
Nothing grander have I seen,
In my son, this child of mine,
Harmonious mirth to ever shine,
A voice so deep and humble still,
He grabs the room despite his will,
Long fingers on a manly hand,
Commanding presence where he stands,
True and gentle when not showing,
The humble heart within him glowing,
The gift of music springs from him,
Not knowing the penchant he holds within,
Tchaikovsky blood in his DNA,
The crowds will want to hear him play,
Through his fingers to his guitar,
From morning glory and moonlit star,
To hear him play brings mortal bliss,
A mother's heart just can't resist.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John wake 22 January 2012

great insight from your poem, great flow as well

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Manonton Dalan 20 January 2012

great tribute to great peoplemd

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Victoria Gauci

Victoria Gauci

Cleveland Ohio
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