In school, I was obedient;
did the work as it was
fairly impossible to shirk
while living in a punishing household
Keeping the appearance of order;
guilt was out birthright.
Upon looking back, I can see
that my joy was in music; singing,
choir, the chorus of high school musicals.
Oddly, when Papa was young,
before we knew him,
he was a talented musician
Yet, when we grew up, he
was so devoted to us that
the saxophone and clarinet stayed
locked away in the basement.
His children have never heard him play.
A contest entry
- This is your opportunity to write about your life by only1love4ever.
758 points, ended November 27, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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"His children have never heard him play."
This ending made me so sad.
I feel this is the part with the most emotion.
Great poem!
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This is very enlightening. I've often been told of stories like this, parents giving there dreams away for their children. I dont know if you ever watched the perfect man, but it was closely related to this, just the mom was a baker. lol....I like how you made a story out of this poem, you kind of played around with the lines, which makes it very unique. Thank you for allowing me such an enjoyable read!!
~Good luck!!!
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