The Violin Poem by Paul Warren
The Violin
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
His mother on the wooden chair
Facing him with a smile
Lithely holding the violin
Anticipating the first note
She played the sweet music
He marvelled at her touch
Angelic, loving her so much.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,mother,poem
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A boy listens to his mother play her violin.
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