My arms knew music, the feel of a violin my fingers knew the places where the notes sang well My arms have forgotten the weight of a violin but know well the comforting feel of a baby in their cradle My fingers have forgotten the melodies they played but they have been quite adept at eliciting childish giggles Maybe one day when the baby becomes a man my hands will remember the curves of a violin again.
The piece was a response to PAD 20 Challenge which was to write about a memory or something like that.
24 thoughts on “MEMORIES IN MY ARMS”
I wish I had the skills to play an instrument, instead my skills went to the ability to type 180 wpm and other technical things hum!
Those are not bad skills to have at all. 🙂
Very nice description of what your arms and fingers knew and forgot and will likely know again.
I’m assuming that “nut” in the second to last stanza was supposed to be a “but?” Otherwise, I like the cycle the poem creates.
oh, thanks for pointing that out. I forgot that I did not correct my .doc file. Yes, it is supposed to be “but” instead of “nut”. 🙂
If you have the ear for music it will come back to you again ~ I love the photo, Imelda ~
I am sure you remember how to play violin 😊 What a cute photo and the two of you look so happy enjoying the moment together. Love the BW composition 😊
Thanks, Mabel. I try to make my hands remember once in awhile. 🙂
Sweet — a touching reality of the priority of our kids but memory of our passions.
Thanks, Sabio. 🙂
I love your picture and poem. I think your violin will not hate you for leaving him/her for these years with your son.
Thanks, Ava. 🙂
I have never learnt to play an instrument – tis a regret.
It’s never too late to learn, I think. I was almost in my 30’s when I first learned to play the violin (or any musical instrument for that matter). 🙂
A touching look at memory and family.. I have never played the violin!
Go ahead, grasp it’s neck again, and whip it with horsehair, while you hold the “frog.” 🙂
Lovely! You made me smile 🙂
We are the teacher of our children. When we show and tell. They will remember. I liked the photo and the good words.
Thanks for the kind words. 🙂
A amazing poem. I liked this one and you are welcome.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Thanks for the honor. 🙂
Was my honor and you are welcome.