MUSIC-CULL

Grandad he played Hammond Organ

Quite a musician he was in his prime

I imagine he thought that his legacy

Might re-emerge somewhere down the line.

Grandad bought me a half-size guitar

That he hoped I’d learn to play –

But the half-sized strings hurt my fingers

So eventually it was given away.

Grandad bought me a descant recorder

That I tooted through from time-to-time

It’s in its yellow bag in the attic

In a shoebox that I sometimes find.

Grandad bought me a steel harmonica

Made a tuneless racket whenever I’d blow

But I never did manage to play a good tune

So inside a box it just had to go.

Grandad bought sis an upright piano

Well it wasn’t for me, that’s for sure

It hung ’round for years not played very much

And she sold it when she felt quite poor.

Grandad gave up on buying me instruments

He couldn’t find a thing I would play

But now I wish he’d been more persistent

Because I’d love to play music these days.

Martin A W Holmes, July 2015