Those strong fingers fly across the strings.
Sometimes he hums a tune, and I try to guess what he plays.
At others, he stumbles through a new song he wants to replicate.
There are days when I am jealous of those talented fingers.
His strong fingers strum, and his face looks peaceful.
He closes his eyes and loses himself to the melody.
The sun hits his hands, and I feel joyful.
There are days when those talented fingers make me feel so blessed.
His strong fingers fill our house with music.
Our dog basks in the sun beside him, soaking in the tune.
The baby inside me kicks as I sit and listen to the song.
There are days when I hope our son has his daddy’s strong fingers.