Our Special Date Night - Poem by Mary Nagy
It was pretty hard to see the orchestra
from where we were perched...
the fourth balcony~~nosebleed seats.
He said he didn't care that we couldn't see.
''The music sounds just as pretty from up here Mom! ''
I watched him as he peered over the railing,
craning his neck to see those big bass drums get beat.
He said that was the best part.
''That's cool, the smallest girl in the whole orchestra
gets to play the biggest instrument! ''
He doesn't normally listen to classical music
but tonight he was a Gershwin fan.
He sat there on the edge of his seat
just tapping along like a ''classical connoisseur''.
He was so proud to be my date tonight.
He wore his best ''button-up'' shirt
and made sure his hair was in the perfect spikes.
He is every mothers dream
and I will cherish our special date night
for a very long time.
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