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PAPA’S VIOLIN
When Papa played the violin
Mom rolled the rug away
We children smiled because she knew
We’d rather dance than play
As Papa raised the tempo
Our feet kept cadenced time
Mama often sang along
With words in perfect rhyme
We’d dance until the music stopped
Then fall into a chair
While Papa changed the tempo
With expertise quite rare
It seemed he knew a million tunes
At least I thought he did
But that was admiration
Through the heart of a kid
Yet, he could play forever
And without one repeat
The music slow or lively
With melody so sweet
From concert music and old tunes
To music of the day
Two-step, waltz, and hoedown
Oh, how sweet he’d play
He could set your heart soaring
On his concert violin
The room so still you could hear
The soft drop of a pin
But then with quick transition
The tempo changed once more
From violin to fiddle
And our feet caressed the floor
That little box of polished wood
With strings and resined bow
Made music that pleased angels
Or inspired heel and toe
But that was just acoustics
And guaranteed to please
What really made that box sing
Was Papa’s expertise
6/11/90 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
6’th … Indiana NPD 1999
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