Dad’s Ukulele

~GIRL AND UKE from Cemetery of staglieno

It seems so far away
and yet so near
I can see my Dad’s face
so very clear…
 ~
Playing ukulele songs
he knew so well
Oh, the stories those
melodies did tell…
 ~
He sang about the girls
up on the hill
Something about a sister who won’t
and a sister who will…
 ~
He crooned about a bright
moon over Miami
He sounded like a nightingale
to me…
 ~
I can still smell his
Old Spice in the air
when I play games of make-believe
Dad gave me that old ukulele
Before this earth he had to leave…
 ~
It’s memories such as this
that fill and warm my heart,
And give each and every day
A brand new place to start…
 ~
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer 
Note: When I saw this picture on “Cemetery of Staglieno” Page it inspired this poem. The image is by SaRaH-SiSi on devianart.com 
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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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One Response to Dad’s Ukulele

  1. Reblogged this on poetry and then some… and commented:

    My Dad would have been 101 last week if he had lived. He was a very special man. This is for him.

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