I am beaming
I am puffed up with pride
I am enjoying my reward
I am sitting in this chair
She is in another room playing
And it floats on the air to me
Her gift - A dandelion seed
"As I walked in to Glascow city....."
She knows all the words to "Nancy Whiskey"
A mostly daily, sometimes funny, sometimes tragic (like parenting) poem inspired by being an at-home Dad.
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Piano Practice
Listening to my son
Play the piano
Is like a pointalist painting
My mind fills in the blanks
Between the missed notes
And imprecise rhythms
And creates a symphony
Play the piano
Is like a pointalist painting
My mind fills in the blanks
Between the missed notes
And imprecise rhythms
And creates a symphony
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