THE GUITAR

The guitar stands silent
at the foot of the stairs
waiting.
Yet it echoes in my ear
beautiful sounds
as if you were here.
I glance at the guitar and remember
every note you strummed
echoing in my ear.
Beautiful memories it brings to mind
like the time you returned with your family
Patrycja and baby daughter Amelia.
I can still see the delight in Amelia's eyes
when she saw the guitar there on the stairs.
She couldn't help but strum the strings
even though she's only two
she made a beautiful sound.
All too soon you had to go
now the guitar stands silent
at the foot of the stairs
waiting.
But still echoing in my ear
while the memories linger.

Michael " The Sheriff " Sheils