Music Made Poem by Ima Ryma

A father teaches how to play
The harp to his son, who learns of
The special joy of the harp's way,
In making music out of love.
Even with a crippling disease,
The father finds the will and makes
The harp, because his tremors ease.
The son feels blessed. The harp he takes
Out to play to the people to
Share the gift of his family,
Sending the tones and timbres true,
The sights and sounds of pure beauty.

Love is music made from each one,
The harp, the father and the son.