A Family Rift

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I would like to be a drummer so I can beat like my heart
and I would like to play the violin so my heart will have strings
and it won't fall apart. If I could play like an Angel, like she plays
the harp but my fingers are to fat and I'll being playing in D Sharp!
Ebony and ivory I would like to keep in touch because the keys
belonged to the Grand Piano that my Mother loved so much.
The piccolo that came with a sweet mellow tune must have been
scared stiff when Daddy played the bassoon.
When my sister joined the band she learned to play the cymbals
but my brother joined a skiffle group and played the washboard
and thimbles.
My Grandfather blew the trumpet and he sounded the call, at one
of the famous battles as he watched his comrades fall.
One of my ancestors was related to Captain Morgan but he
was a true Christian who played the church organ.
I tried to play the recorder and I strung along on guitar but
my tutor said I would not get very far.
I think the music stopped when I was forced to play, so I turned
and said I'll write you poetry any day. I love the sound of music
and to play is a gift but I am gifted with the pen and that caused
a family rift.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 05 September 2006

But you play with words so beautifully and you leave us with such inspiring notes Thankyou darling you share such a lovely gift Love duncan X

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Ernestine Northover 12 September 2006

Pen away Sylvia, you sing and make music with words. Love Ernestine XXX

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Dee Daffodil 11 September 2006

Sylvia...Surely your family has forgiven you...such talent you posess... Hugs, Dee

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Kee Thampi 11 September 2006

like to be a drummer so I can beat like my heart and I would like to play the violin so my heart will have strings and it won't fall apart. If I could play like an Angel, like she plays the harp but my fingers are to fat and I'll being playing in D Sharp! Ebony and ivory I would like to keep in touch because the keys belonged to the Grand Piano that my Mother loved so much. The piccolo that came with a sweet mellow tune must have been scared stiff when Daddy played the bassoon. When my sister joined the band she learned to play the cymbals sharpely you pen the swords of this poem for us like a snuggy snowfall, images from real life of music and- verse of words make me to plummeting to get a lovely memory.... really I feel a driving of illuson of a good write in its natural way

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Steve Hagget 06 September 2006

And I, for one, am glad you did. Excellent poem Sylvia. It is a magic to it and really captivated me. Beautifully crafted and telling a great story! Splendid x

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Sandra Fowler 06 September 2006

Dear Sylvia, this is a wonderful poem. Leave the playing of musical instruments to others. You are a gifted songsmith. Thank you for sharing your music with the world. Love, Sandra

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