as he was known,
lithe and brown
and tuneful
with the fullness
of sound
created by his
perfect chest
has fallen prey
to the tyranny
of hardened hands
and hearts
unable to comprehend
the resonance
of the careless throw
that broke him
and the heart
of the little girl
who loved him
from the first time
she held him
in her hands
to make
music.
I just shed a tear over my breakfast, for all the memories shared with my first real violin...Elliot.
ReplyDeleteI love you. xo
Glad you liked it. I have a bit of a cry every time I read back over this one too. Love you Missy Moo Anonymous xxoo
ReplyDeleteLove this Anna. Immortalised in beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Elliot is a warrior and I think his battle scars make him all the more precious to Emma.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and so true. xxx
ReplyDeleteAhhhh! The memories Kate! xo
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