Wednesday, May 4, 2011

My Mother Taught Me



My mother taught me how to play
each note to form a song.
She showed me how to hold the bow
and keep my down stroke strong.

I learned from her instruction:
Push your wrist back. Elbow under.
She coaxed the music through her hands
and brought forth strains of wonder.

Mom taught me much of living
in those early childhood days...
of violins, of artistry,
and of a mother's ways.

18 comments:

Renegades said...

The pictures are great and go so well with the poem.

Laraine Eddington said...

My daughter is a very fine violinist, no thanks to me. She was born with the music in her and the drive to perfect her talent. I'm glad I was there to encourage her. Lovely poem Sue.

Jocelyn Christensen said...

I think I need to write a poem for my Mother.

Jenny said...

Sue.

This made me cry.

What a beautiful post.

Brian Miller said...

a lovely ode to your mother...wish i knew how to play violin...i think it is beautiful...

Cherie said...

The touch of the Mothers hand was my first thought!

karen said...

You do have an amazing mom! Somewhere she's bawling her eyes out now. I've always wanted to play the violin, but never knew anyone to teach me. What a great gift she gave you!

Caroline of Salsa Pie said...

What a lovely tribute to your mother!

This touched me, Sue. She sounds like a wonderful mother.

p.s. The music was a perfect fir for the poem today and so beautiful!

Caroline of Salsa Pie said...

I meant, a perfect "fit" for the poem today. Can you tell I have little ones around as I am trying to type? :)

yaya said...

So sweet and I know your Mom will love to see this. She's a lovely lady and her legacy are her wonderful children who also are so talented.

Stef said...

Love it!

Marla said...

Love this poem. :)

Marla @ www.blueskiesphotoblog.com

anitamombanita said...

very nice!

Connie said...

You have talent galore! Beautiful poem. We just returned from Nauvoo where we visited the Tribute to Women Garden. Love that statue.

Grandma Honey said...

I'm certain your mother loves this poem.

Corine said...

I posted about motherhood, too. I think we are going to see a lot of that in the next few days or more. :) Beautiful poem...

PS My youngest son is teaching himself to play, and I help him a little with some fundamentals (though I'm learning it as I teach!). I may learn to play it myself.

Corine :D
corinesmiles.blogspot.com

Jess said...

I love that you can put your memories of your mom in a way that makes her seem a little magical.

Darlene said...

Well, at least I can write this now without crying. I was so emotional the first time I read this. Karen was SO RIGHT! I was realing bawling when I first read this beautiful poem. You have writen so many lovely poems for me, Sue, and I truly love each one. You are such a caring daughter and I love and appreciate you so very much.

Our dinner party went very well and Claudia brought me a humongous coconut oatmeal pie. The recipe comes from Oklahoma, I think she said. So very good.

We watched American Idol and for once we were able to predict who the bottom two would be. I hate it when Brian says,"You may be surprised by this one."

Now, I am so tired that I feel like going to bed, but think I will read a little. Thanks again, so much. You DID make my day.

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