Twin Fiddlers

Twin Fiddlers0001Daddy took his little girl everywhere,
Especially when he went fishing and fiddling.

Once a month on Sundays,
At the Washington Old Time Fiddler’s Association,
They soaked up some toe tapping,
Mountain music.

One afternoon,
While sawing on his old fiddle,
With rhythm guitars and a bass strumming at his side,
Daddy’s little girl toddled up to the stage and tugged,
At his pant leg for attention,
To everyone’s delight.

He loved to play,
“Bill Cheatum,” “Arkansas Traveler,”
And “Bully of the Town.”

Just as Daddy conspired,
The fiddle bug did bite her,
At the age of three.

Three months of begging,
Sufficiently coaxed her determination,
And she solemnly promised,
To practice every day.

Her eyes gleamed,
As she was presented with a tiny,
One sixteenth size,
Fiddle.

True to her word,
She practiced,
Day after day.

Then one cold dark evening,
With fiddle in hand,
She walked into the room,
While Daddy fiddled away in front of the fireplace.

She meekly announced,
With great disappointment,
Her fiddle was broken.

Astonished,
He carefully examined the fiddle,
And asked, “what’s wrong with it?”

With a long frown
She took a deep breath and said,
“It doesn’t sound like yours.”

© 2013 M. Tsai

A Father’s love, joy and sorrow

Naomi Cannon BeachThe doctor said my life will most likely
End in months not years,
Unless of course I get run over by a bus tomorrow.

The cancer invades my body,
Spreading as it pleases,
I take chemo twice daily to slow it’s progress.

Watching my daughter graduate from college,
Walking her down the aisle,
Teaching my grandchildren how to fish,
All seem to be an impossibility,

My daughter is so precious,
Sparkling like Sirius in the heavens.
I could not be more pleased
With how she has applied,
The passion and talent that burns within her,
In twenty years I have witnessed her amazing trajectory,

I have told her that I will always love her,
But not nearly as much as I do now.
I am as proud as any Dad can be.
Yet I struggle with finding more to say.

I am not a hugger.
But hugs feel especially good right now.
And all the love from my family and friends,
I drink up like a camel.

There is nothing left on my bucket list,
Except to live each day to the fullest,
Until I hope to have the strength,
To greet Death,
With grace and dignity.

© 2013 M. Tsai