ODE TO THE BEST SINGER OF OUR HOME
I've always wanted to write one of these, Though I may not follow the hardcore rules of Shelley. Mine is about the best singer in my home- A singer no one could beat. You sang with a different rhythm, a different tone And a different note. You sang never endlessly at times- for us all- Solving the little issues, mending those little tears. This singer had no other name- It sat in the corner- for years and years. This singer had a special connection with my Mom- She can tell you many tales of the days of yore. You know our stories more than anyone else- Having been the weaver of many yourself. Whether it was our happy days or sad- Christmases, Baptisms and even Weddings. Just like an old Grandfather's clock- A witness to everything. But now, you have stopped short- Never to seam again, never to sing again. You always felt like my elder sibling- Next year, you would have turned 40- I will surely miss you, even though we may think Money can replace you anytime now. Lo