She holds the ukulele
like a mother nursing her child.
She bends her pretty face
and sings to it.
It coos back.
I watch and listen:
soft voice,
gentle strums,
halting,
feeling out the chords.
What's next? she looks up to ask
when nothing she tries works.
Try G, I say.
I don't really know what's next,
but G is clean, G is clear,
G moves sweetly higher,
almost fretlessly,
like her.
Carmen Leone
© 2000-the present
Image links to its source at Wiki Commons:
A Kohala Seminary student poses with her ukulele in this 1912 photo. (1912)
Public domain
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