My Pappy’s Harp
You were 83
the first time
I heard it cry
for your
Silver-Haired Daddy,
and you were 83
the first time
it told me
you lost your
little darlin’
the night they
were playin’
the beautiful
Tennessee Waltz.
Your harmonica finally
let me in on
the secrets
the cows
the horses
and the birds
around Sale Creek
all used to know.
September 18, 2017