My Daddy Playing His Banjo While He Was Here For Monkey’s Birthday
Banjo Music, BlueGrass Music it resonates from my Daddy’s very being
The music is joyful, lively, powerful, passionate and full of pain, laughter, struggles and emotion
It is the music of my father
The joy that I see in his face as he strums his banjo , as his fingers dance on the strings
strumming, plucking, fumbling, finding their way
bringing forth the notes that make up the music of his childhood, his legacy
Joy swells in my heart, pride overwhelms the tears that tickle my eyes
happiness and peace settle on me as I listen and my heart beats with the rhythm of the strings
“Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.”