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A Musical Memory

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 8: an “inanimate object” poem

A Musical Memory

I once thought of giving this relic away.
I could only imagine what daddy might say
if his record player was no longer here.
Possessions were few, and he held this one dear.

The turntable warped to a slight degree,
the needle not sharp like it used to be.
But there it sits proudly, polished and dusted
reviving a yesterday partially rusted.

I look through the records he used to play
by Crosby, Sinatra and Robert Goulet.
At one time, not really my own cup of tea
but something quite magical happened to me.

Watching the vinyl gracefully turn,
tears start to well and my heart starts to burn.
Enjoying a gift that no Christmas could bring,
with eyes closed, I listen to my daddy sing.

© Susan Schoeffield


Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/8/13 at 5:17 p.m.

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