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Dad's Guitar

by louis gander
http://www.ganderpoems.org

Oh, I still hear them from afar -
the strumming strings of dad's guitar.
I reminisce, my memory looms,
as I recall those Gospel tunes.

Respecting others was the rule
each week before our Sunday School
when all the children gathered 'round,
where love for God was always found.

The songs were simple, undisguised.
The children had them memorized.
With message certain, "Do not sin"
the many voices chimed right in.

The little children, guests unnamed,
all sang with voices unashamed.
They sang with all their hearts' desire
with love that raged as spreading fire.

Their simple passion met my ears
and turned emotions into tears.
Though sometimes dad would sing alone,
their smiling faces always shone.

So blessed we were to see the joy,
on every little girl and boy.
Approval came from pastor's nod
as every soul had praised our God.

I reminisce, my memory looms,
as I recall those Gospel tunes.
And I still hear them from afar -
the strumming strings of dad's guitar.

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This poem won first place for the July 2013 poetry contest

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