Mama’s Song

My beautiful mother loved to play the guitar. While walking to work on the first day of her first job, the young woman with dreams of becoming a doctor spotted a guitar in a pawn shop window. She took that pretty, little guitar home with her very first paycheck and played for the rest of her life. Girl scout meetings . . . church . . . Sunday school classes . . . performing with my father . . . sitting to write her own songs . . . and many, many campfires . . . all were enriched by her music 🙂

When I miss my mother, it comforts my heart to play the songs she used to play on the guitar she left to me.

I have been learning a surprising number of new chords.