Missing Notes

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Missing notes of music,
Rawly played over and over again,
Where elusive sounds turn therapeutic,
And never seem to end.

Concerts before dinner,
Instruments come alive as they are fed,
The beginner’s appetite grows bigger,
For encores before bed.

Living goes on in song,
Jazzy rhythms, soothing ballads when sad,
But all along the missing notes make strong,
The hearts of mom and dad.

Soaring music resounds,
Precisely played, missing the missing notes,
It surrounds, filling house and walls with sound,
And the love it promotes.

Hallways have grown quieter,
But the house still hums mysteriously,
Idle instruments, in dusty silence,
Hold notes in memory.

Behind the lines

I take great joy in listening to my children learn and practice their instruments. This was written about their learning process with the thought that one day the missing notes will be missed.

Thorns and Roses

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I’m running hard through thorns and roses,
Tilling up the garden of my mind,
Feeling both pain and sweet emotions,
And wondering if they’ll ever die.

For the scars still hurt from years ago,
Why does it take wounds so long to heal?
But when those memories take over,
I thank God for the love they reveal.

So Lord help me wear my crown of thorns,
And when they sting remind me to smile,
Because I know You were first adorned,
And You rose to make the thorns worthwhile.

One Broken Flower

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One broken flower has great power,
In a little boys hand,
For his sweet mother will still treasure,
The gift from the young man.

She’ll find a vase and a special place,
To display her happiness,
For all mothers know little boys grow,
And broken flowers will be missed.

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