Mandolin Strums

A loving gesture

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mandolin Strums

As you sing to me

Looking deeply into my eyes

Your smile is so sweet

I blush as you sing to me

I can see the love in your eyes

Happiness in your smile

You’re my Grandfather,

You’ll always be singing to me

When I close my eyes

Since you’ve died

All I can do is fantasize

Author's Note

My Grandparents used to sing to me all of the time, especially my Grandfather. He sang to me at the breakfast table, in the car, in the garden as I helped him. I loved it. I always remember watching his face as he sang to me. I remember the love and the joy that I saw from his eyes and face as he sang. It was beautiful. He played the mandolin too. It was very memorable for me. It's burned into my head, the sound of the mandolin and his voice.

Reviews

[JanieB]

A lovely tribute.

[Abbie]

very sweet!


100/100

[Blake Q Hatfield]

Very beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!

[Michael of Gilead]

Beautiful memories

[Short.Nerd]

Beautiful.

[Sunny Skye]

Very nice good job. I really like this poem. Very sweet.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This was so sweet, a loving memory to hold on to!

[Tina Kline]

This is a very sweet memory but I'm guessing the pain of missing him is painful.

[Linear]

And you pull so gently the heartstrings of love, whispered to you in a lullaby returned in this wonderful poem.

[KAREN]

Oh, how sweet and loving this is! Awesome read and write!