I got the most Beautiful Purple Guitar.
She sits in my living room collecting Dust .
I say I'll practice.
I'll go on YouTube or Take a Lesson.
My grandfather had a guitar in the basement.
Where my inspiration deprived from.
My GG, would always say " leave it alone" ; but Paw Paw said "I could make my music"!
I'd go to the attic & sit on the roof.
GG would always say "be careful" even tho they had a wooden railing.
I was scared of heights anyway, so I
sat super close to the door.
Guitar in my lap.
Making sweet Noise !
Yet creating songs from my heart ,
Like I lived a thousand years before!
My ADHD and random impulses wanted a guitar so bad last year!
The plan was to bring my music, my art , my heart to life.
My Wife agreed to my madness & we got a guitar, mic, and all!
I was BEYOND EXCITED practicing, my daughters thinking it's Awesome!
& wanting to Give it a try .
My PawPaw gained his wings 9•8•23 &
it's a strange feeling, processing Grief .
Innerstanding the physical absence and the spiritual gain!
I named my Guitar León.
Now The guitar sits looking at me.
Waiting for me to come back out of my shell.
I hear my PawPaw whisper everything is okay & he Love's Me ALWAYS!
So I'll try again for Him , For Me , for the little girl sitting on the rooftop , singing songs to the moon.
About the Creator
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