Daddy Taught Me Music Poem by Violet Llewellyn

Time to play B-sides
Dance and sway
We’re all non-conformists
Still misguided in our dignity
Thinking that this
Is the only way to go

Scorn all the singles
Flip the records over
The last vinyl left alive
And we waste it in
Little piddling amounts
Of the way we want to be

Hypnotizing turntable
Needle in the groove
Memory of a melody
Lost in time and space
We never owned a CD
This is so much deeper

Daddy taught me music
Even though he cannot sing
I learned the ways of music
Like dancing in the rain
And singing in the shower
And staring wide eyed into eternity