~ Grande’s Mandolin ~

They say he used to sing
And dance, when he played
His mandolin.
I’ve heard the family stories
A thousand times,
About my “Grande”, Marvin.
I only have vague memories —
He passed when I was very young.
But I look at the wooden mandolin
And wonder,
About the songs that were sung.
I see the oiled, mellow wood,
Aged well, without a crack.
I see the thin, silvery strings,
Which are still in tune,
And sometimes wish him back.
If only to see his merry jigs,
Or watch his sausage-fingers play.
I hear the music in my mind
And I wonder what he’d say, if he knew
His instrument was kept so well?
Would he strum the words,
And dance them, too?
If the world could reverse,
And time stand still,
I’d dance at my grand-father’s side
And then,
I’d hug him and tell him I loved him, too.
When I look at Grande’s mandolin,
The smiling memory I have
Is made delighted and new.

~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007


About dragonkatet

Regarding the blog name, Dragon’s Dreams ~ The name comes from my love-affairs with both Dragons and Dreams (capital Ds). It’s another extension of who I am, a facet for expression; a place and way to reach other like-minded, creative individuals. I post poetry and images that fascinate or move me, because that’s my favorite way to view the world. I post about things important to me and the world in which we live, try to champion extra important political, societal and environmental issues, etc. Sometimes I wax philosophical, because it’s also a place where I always seem to learn about myself, too, by interacting with some of the brightest minds, souls and hearts out there. It’s all about ‘connection(s)’ and I don’t mean “net-working” with people for personal gain, but rather, the expansion of the 4 L’s: Light, Love, Laughter, Learning.
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10 Responses to ~ Grande’s Mandolin ~

  1. Jack Edwards says:

    Enriching story told brilliantly through poetry.

    Here is my entry

  2. Wonderful write. Reminds me of my uncle that recently passed. He used to sit on the porch and play mandolin, guitar or fiddle, and sing. Awesome memories.

  3. Morning says:

    stunning piece.

    Thanks for sharing…

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